He's 1400 years older than I am. He's one of the few ancient Immortals left. He's been a warlord most of that time. You don't just go up to him with your sword and say "Tsst, tsst, tsst! En garde, fool!".
The legend has it that Darius killed a holy man at the gates of Paris, the oldest living Immortal at the time. And suddenly he changed. He turned his back on war.
Oh, I'm sure. You're quite loyal to your convictions and compatriots... But I wonder what these (dead) men think about that, about convictions and compatriotism now?
Hope doesn't conquer a superior adversary. So why do I hope to beat Grayson? Why do I think that a good life will protect me from an evil one? What power can I draw from this thing, this hope?
I wasn't always a priest, you know. When I was a young man the first thing you had to do when introduced to a woman was compliment her father's horse. (Richie looks doubtful) Well, that probably doesn't help you.
I've kept a book. 2760. Now I don't just think I'm bragging, but, I'm the greatest assassin in all of history. Of course, there have been men responsible for more deaths, but none of them killed so many, so close.