Gods are meant to protect their people, and every individual here falls under my domain.
( inhabiting a god's body doesn't mean that they'll share the same will, she had already saw it from the others actions when attacking a poor, human girl. the desire that he has to live is right, but his methods are wrong, and so she couldn't support him in the slightest. her hand grips tighter on her sword, nails brushing against the handle as she parts her feet from one another. punching will do no good when it's just the wind, so she'll opt in on using her weapon that stays by her side. )
If you don't wish to die, ( she flinches, hand pressed against her side to stem the bleeding. it's not helping as it only drops more onto the floor, mixing in the water. ) then release him from your grasp. Return back to where you came from, but if you choose not to...
( closing her eyes, pollux steadies her breathing so that she can listen to her surroundings. dodging strikes of wind is easy enough, but if he wants to do true harm to her, he'll have to strike properly. he's already lost blood, wings and even a limb— where should she strike? the heart when it's visible, or should she remove the head?
rather, she'll deal with both. it takes only so many strikes to puncture the heart, and only so many swings to sever the head completely without making a mess. if she can do this right without accumulating anymore nasty damage then... )
You'll remain a fake god, and your name will never be spoken properly. Just another creature crushed under my heel.
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( inhabiting a god's body doesn't mean that they'll share the same will, she had already saw it from the others actions when attacking a poor, human girl. the desire that he has to live is right, but his methods are wrong, and so she couldn't support him in the slightest. her hand grips tighter on her sword, nails brushing against the handle as she parts her feet from one another. punching will do no good when it's just the wind, so she'll opt in on using her weapon that stays by her side. )
If you don't wish to die, ( she flinches, hand pressed against her side to stem the bleeding. it's not helping as it only drops more onto the floor, mixing in the water. ) then release him from your grasp. Return back to where you came from, but if you choose not to...
( closing her eyes, pollux steadies her breathing so that she can listen to her surroundings. dodging strikes of wind is easy enough, but if he wants to do true harm to her, he'll have to strike properly. he's already lost blood, wings and even a limb— where should she strike? the heart when it's visible, or should she remove the head?
rather, she'll deal with both. it takes only so many strikes to puncture the heart, and only so many swings to sever the head completely without making a mess. if she can do this right without accumulating anymore nasty damage then... )
You'll remain a fake god, and your name will never be spoken properly. Just another creature crushed under my heel.