A sword and a shield, a gun and a knife, my might lies not in any of these things. The strength of my arms and the determination of my will, these things may fail me. The cornerstone of my might and the thing that gives me a foundation set as iron pillars lies in my ability to be of service to others and to give compassion and mercy. Anger, hate and vengeance are easy things to partake in. Loving while you are hated, praying for an enemy while you are reviled. These are testaments to my strength. To seek blood letting is only a last resort. To mend the wounds of those that are afflicted and to render mercy to those who are brought low but not by your hand. This is the mark of that which is my strength.