"Play to our strengths." You say.
"Hundred handed ones on the hills. I'll..."
Your voice trails off as about 20 cyclopse march in to view, carrying a huge lightning bolt.
"What..." You say, lost for words.
The bolt is set at your feet and the lead cyclopse says.
"You... You king... Free, ah, wooga maga looga soo ma doo!" He looks annoyed and turns to Metis.
"He says, you are the king, you will free his people, this is your gift and weapon, Lord Zeus of the skies."
You look up at the cyclopse and take the weapon, it shrinks to fit your hand, then blazes to life with energy. You bow to the cyclopse and thank him profusely, although you don't think he understands.

lets do this!