yeah -- ahem. the god of
light & the god of winter
took care of you. so did the
god of spring, and the god of
fall was useless. but you'll
be fine.
I can take anything really. Itโs what my training positioned me towards. If you want you can fight me barehandedโฆ seems to be the most comfortable for you,
it depends on if you want it traditional or not. with a sword, there's quite a few stances that aren't bad at all.
with just our hands ? oh, now that's the treat. all's allowed.
I swear you'll be fine, I'll . .
well, I'll call a friend or two.
sleep.
( time for her fellow gods to
scream at her, probably,
and it'll be deserved. at least
he'll be fine by the end of it !
or he should be. )
( not an early death for her
new favorite, no . . !
flinging him over her shoulder,
which looked ridiculous due to her
size, and she'll be taking care
of him. she's not looking forward
to a potential scolding. ๐ )
fuck yeah ! now that's what I'm
talking about - . . oh.
( it took the god quite a few
minutes to notice the state she
left him in. fuck. she's not a healer
and she's starting to panic ! )
Jinnie ? hey, Jinnie ?!
( if a look could kill -- no,
her smile. her horridly smug yet
predatory smile, as if he's pray and
she'll be eating him soon enough.
playing with her toy, letting him
believe he has a chance . . )
one minute.
(She hasnโt moved a single inch and heโs been trying his damndest to push!)
What the hell?!
(He utters. Both in shock and slightly mortified for whatโs to come.)
( that's all she's giving him.
watching carefully his expression,
drinking it as if it was a fine
alcohol and she's getting drunk.
now that's a /real/ high, how she
have fun. )
20 seconds.
( she's counting, she refuses
to let any second go. )