The Timelord's gaze shifted to the sand encasing the opposite building and engulfing the streets, before returning to the man with the sword. It was certainly a massive one...larger than the man who held it, it seemed. He disdained using his voice to respond to the statement of the other, his thoughts crossing the gap and making themselves far clearer than mere sound. 

~[i][color=92278f]You expected me. Such is to be commended. The sands of time are not so easily predicted as those of your blade. Or are your expectations so large that time has merely to fall into place within them?[/color][/i]~

His hands remained empty, no weapon appearing to impress his enemy with their power. The Timelord had no use of such crude tactics to wield for intimidation...time's greatest point of fear, was its intangibility.