Chapter 215
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Chapter 215:
"Why do you have my mother's blessing?"
I honestly did not have a good answer for that question based on who I guessed this person was. I mean....I had a reasonable answer, but how he would take it was a crapshoot. With a thought, I returned my sword to my ring. Thought it would be a more polite way to speak to him.
I took a moment to notice the strange sensations around me. The world, this place I had walked into, felt like it was trying to constrict me. I could ignore it with minimal effort, but it was something to note. Hell, I could feel Izzy's blessing sort of pushing the discomfort away.
[Careful, he's stronger than that Goddess your Teacher is fighting. He's definitely 'whole'.]
Yeah, even if he wasn't throwing around his Divine power, he still had a large presence to him.
"I'm acquainted with her." I decided to choose my words carefully.
He didn't outwardly react, but he was staring at me intently, like he was looking for any kind of deceit. It took a moment before he finally frowned. "My mother doesn't leave Yomi, how did you get 'acquainted' with her."
".....Why don't you go ask her?" I replied, with slight annoyance. His attitude was a bit.....
His frown deepened, and the air turned heavy. "Mortal. I asked you a question."
I let my own power start to leak out to offset the pressure he was emanating. He raised a curious eyebrow at me. "Yes, you did." I pursed my lips. "Do not presume to think that my deference to your first question was an acknowledgement of you holding sway over me." I stood up straight and crossed my arms. I did not like being talked down to. "I was merely being polite since I apparently intruded into your home."
Granted, he was spying on me, but still. I walked right into his home while he was lazing around. I wouldn't say I was being rude....but I was entering the realm of impolite.
"This is the first time I've had a mortal talk to me this way." He sounded almost.....amused? "I usually don't let anyone other than another God or a Campione in my presence, but I'll make an exception. You should relish this moment." He nodded to himself with a hint of pride in his own voice.
"Izzy did say you were rather arrogant." I snorted.
He blinked. "Izzy....? Are you calling my mother by a nickname?" He narrowed his eyes. "What's your relationship with her? She would never allow that kind of disrespect by a mortal."
"We're friends." I felt no need to hide it and my desire to be polite had been entirely squashed. And to be honest, I was kinda curious about her son; not to mention he was a God of the country I was born in, even if from a different World-line. "I sometimes go to Yomi and spend time with her. Or she comes around and we hang out."
He opened his mouth and close it again, setting down the cup of sake. "You are able to hide the truth from me." He muttered, basically not believing me.
"You should go visit her more often, she gets lonely." I was genuine when I said this. I would regret if I didn't try to help the Izzy here if I could.
He expression turned dark. "You overstep. I ignored your earlier remarks, but you forget your place, mortal."
A little bit of lightning crackled around him. His expression didn't change much, but the air grew a little bit colder as he gazed at me.
"Yes, you did ignore my words." I shrugged off the pressure he was trying to push onto me. "Let me reiterate." I took a step forward. "I do not fear you." I refuse to be talked down to this way and just stand there and take it.
Izzy did say he was hot tempered. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw a fist, but I would not bow down to his 'superiority'.
"I was wondering where that girl got that Divine sword from." I decided to shift the conversation since I was still on the fence if I wanted to actually fight him or not. "She clearly hasn't mastered it, and perhaps it even hindered her growth a little bit. Have you considered – "
He raised his hand and my vision was filled with lightning, blowing me out of the hut.
My Aura flickered around me as I laid on the ground, staring up at the sky that was not a sky I knew. The sky was filled with a purple hue, an aurora streaked across the horizon and into the distance.
[You're hesitating.]
"He's Izzy's son...."
[From a different world.]
"I know, but still." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
It's not like I specifically came here looking for a fight. I was just annoyed that someone was spying on me again and had some time to kill.
[Your sentiments aren't misplaced. But should I remind you that killing a God here doesn't truly kill them? Not to mention, you are trying to take pity on a Divine being. As someone who fought Gods, I will tell you that you're being very arrogant right now.] Ddraig continued to speak. [Keep in mind that he has lived an uncountable number of years. You are not fighting a child here, but a hardened warrior who fought the Yamata-no-Orochi and came out the victor. I boast about my superiority over that snake, but it is not a foe to take lightly.]
I took a deep breath, climbing to my feet.
"Yeah, I'm being too wishy washy." I brushed off my clothes. My expression hardened. "I was not the one to make the first move. I will relinquish any sense of responsibility."
I looked as Susanoo, God of Storms, walked out of the new hole in his shabby looking home. He tilt his head as he looked at me. "Your soul?" He questioned as he eyed my Aura fluctuating around me. "You're using your soul as a defense, interesting." He rubbed his beard and acted like he hadn't just tried to burn me to a crisp. "To withstand even a tiny fraction of my power. You deserve praise."
[Well, even you can't outdo the arrogance of a god.] Ddraig snorted at Susanoo's words.
"It's too bad." He rolled his neck. "If you had held your tongue, I may have took more of an interest. But I despise those who speak of my mother." This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"Thou has forced this Goddess to regain mine true power for but a few breaths. To burn through mine lifespan that allows this one to stay in the mortal realm." She held out her hand again. "For thy crime, thy punishment is death."
Once more, her divine power coalesced, taking shape.
"Hear me, Oh souls of the deceased. Those whose eyes slowly closed at the end of their lives. Their bones weakened, their skin shriveled, their bodies slowly withered. Thy name is certainty, and thy form is inevitable, for it is the unbreakable law. Become mine weapon of absolution, for nothing escapes thy clutches." She declared as the world shuddered at her words.
Her Authority as a Goddess.
It took the form of a Bow and an Arrow. It was a Silver bow, with an arrow that appeared to be made of Obsidian. And the feathers were clearly those similar to the owls she had summoned earlier.
There was a presence to it, one that I recognized immediately.
I could only faintly smile as I understand what she attempted to do. And I shook my head in pity as she appeared confidant in her actions.
She knocked the arrow, and the world around us trembled. The sky darkened as the string drew back. "Be reduced to dust." She declared as the arrow was let loose.
Death came towards me.
An Authority that encompassed an aspect of death.
However.....
I held my spear to the side in one hand as my other reached out and grasped the air. A similar Red Spear appeared, held tightly between my fingers.
"Stab and Penetrate!" I thrust the second spear towards the arrows. The thorns of my Noble Phantasm lashed out, colliding with the coming Arrow of death. "Thrust and Drill!"
The remains of life around us withered at the collision, the deathly aura spreading out in all directions.
"Foolish." I declared. "You wish to wither me into Old Age? I am a Heroic Spirit. One who has been elevated to legend through human worship and remembrance. The protectors of humanity. As long as humanity exists, so too shall I never fade."
Age merely made my spear stronger.
A crack formed, and the Arrow shattered.
My spear lashed out at its true target, drilling into the goddess. The concepts intertwined with my spear locked her in place, the space around her solidified to not allow any escape.
I reeled my hand back, my second spear raised up. "GAE BOLG ALTERNATIVE." I threw it with all my might as the world once again shuddered.
The streak of light that was my Magical Energy and my Bloodlust wrapped around my spear. It sailed through the air like a shooting star, the blackened sky giving way and my Noble Phantasm lightning up the false night.
The Goddess screamed as my spear tore through her. Her form flickered, the Divine Power that had enveloped her visibly began to fall apart as her true face was revealed once more.
The beautiful woman was not who fell to the ground, but the child from before.
She held a hand over her stomach where a hole could be seen, blood flowed relentlessly.
I couldn't help but frown and click my tongue as my spear returned to my hand. "You have lost, Goddess." I stated, putting my spear head on her shoulder.
"Do not think –" I did not let her finish as I swiped and beheaded her.
I did not react as her body turned to a familiar clump of feathers.
No, I had noticed it a moment prior. To escape so readily in that brief moment after my Noble Phantasm had assailed her and her 'true' form had returned to the diminished state. It was a move befitting of her status as a Goddess of War, to use even that opportunity to retreat. With a hole in her chest, she had been able to pull off such a maneuver. "A Goddess is still a Goddess, even if reduced." I sighed. "Oh well, perhaps she will return in that completed form again at some point." I swung my spear, flinging the blood away.
Would I have allowed that to happen had I still been living?
It is likely I had been having too much fun and was caught up in the moment.
I could only shake my head with a small laugh. An old woman like me had gotten lost in her own enjoyment. Something I used to get after Setanta about all the time. I suppose there is no need to dwell on it. Perhaps she will return with her full power and give me a real fight.
"Today has been a wonderful day." I smiled lightly, even finding it in myself to hum a tune I had remember some years ago.
Now, where did the others get off to?
***
Little late on the release today. Got caught up in some stories I had been putting off reading until now. Scáthach had fun bullying Divine Ancestor Athena.
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Chapter 215:
"Why do you have my mother's blessing?"
I honestly did not have a good answer for that question based on who I guessed this person was. I mean....I had a reasonable answer, but how he would take it was a crapshoot. With a thought, I returned my sword to my ring. Thought it would be a more polite way to speak to him.
I took a moment to notice the strange sensations around me. The world, this place I had walked into, felt like it was trying to constrict me. I could ignore it with minimal effort, but it was something to note. Hell, I could feel Izzy's blessing sort of pushing the discomfort away.
[Careful, he's stronger than that Goddess your Teacher is fighting. He's definitely 'whole'.]
Yeah, even if he wasn't throwing around his Divine power, he still had a large presence to him.
"I'm acquainted with her." I decided to choose my words carefully.
He didn't outwardly react, but he was staring at me intently, like he was looking for any kind of deceit. It took a moment before he finally frowned. "My mother doesn't leave Yomi, how did you get 'acquainted' with her."
".....Why don't you go ask her?" I replied, with slight annoyance. His attitude was a bit.....
His frown deepened, and the air turned heavy. "Mortal. I asked you a question."
I let my own power start to leak out to offset the pressure he was emanating. He raised a curious eyebrow at me. "Yes, you did." I pursed my lips. "Do not presume to think that my deference to your first question was an acknowledgement of you holding sway over me." I stood up straight and crossed my arms. I did not like being talked down to. "I was merely being polite since I apparently intruded into your home."
Granted, he was spying on me, but still. I walked right into his home while he was lazing around. I wouldn't say I was being rude....but I was entering the realm of impolite.
"This is the first time I've had a mortal talk to me this way." He sounded almost.....amused? "I usually don't let anyone other than another God or a Campione in my presence, but I'll make an exception. You should relish this moment." He nodded to himself with a hint of pride in his own voice.
"Izzy did say you were rather arrogant." I snorted.
He blinked. "Izzy....? Are you calling my mother by a nickname?" He narrowed his eyes. "What's your relationship with her? She would never allow that kind of disrespect by a mortal."
"We're friends." I felt no need to hide it and my desire to be polite had been entirely squashed. And to be honest, I was kinda curious about her son; not to mention he was a God of the country I was born in, even if from a different World-line. "I sometimes go to Yomi and spend time with her. Or she comes around and we hang out."
He opened his mouth and close it again, setting down the cup of sake. "You are able to hide the truth from me." He muttered, basically not believing me.
"You should go visit her more often, she gets lonely." I was genuine when I said this. I would regret if I didn't try to help the Izzy here if I could.
He expression turned dark. "You overstep. I ignored your earlier remarks, but you forget your place, mortal."
A little bit of lightning crackled around him. His expression didn't change much, but the air grew a little bit colder as he gazed at me.
"Yes, you did ignore my words." I shrugged off the pressure he was trying to push onto me. "Let me reiterate." I took a step forward. "I do not fear you." I refuse to be talked down to this way and just stand there and take it.
Izzy did say he was hot tempered. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw a fist, but I would not bow down to his 'superiority'.
"I was wondering where that girl got that Divine sword from." I decided to shift the conversation since I was still on the fence if I wanted to actually fight him or not. "She clearly hasn't mastered it, and perhaps it even hindered her growth a little bit. Have you considered – "
He raised his hand and my vision was filled with lightning, blowing me out of the hut.
My Aura flickered around me as I laid on the ground, staring up at the sky that was not a sky I knew. The sky was filled with a purple hue, an aurora streaked across the horizon and into the distance.
[You're hesitating.]
"He's Izzy's son...."
[From a different world.]
"I know, but still." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
It's not like I specifically came here looking for a fight. I was just annoyed that someone was spying on me again and had some time to kill.
[Your sentiments aren't misplaced. But should I remind you that killing a God here doesn't truly kill them? Not to mention, you are trying to take pity on a Divine being. As someone who fought Gods, I will tell you that you're being very arrogant right now.] Ddraig continued to speak. [Keep in mind that he has lived an uncountable number of years. You are not fighting a child here, but a hardened warrior who fought the Yamata-no-Orochi and came out the victor. I boast about my superiority over that snake, but it is not a foe to take lightly.]
I took a deep breath, climbing to my feet.
"Yeah, I'm being too wishy washy." I brushed off my clothes. My expression hardened. "I was not the one to make the first move. I will relinquish any sense of responsibility."
I looked as Susanoo, God of Storms, walked out of the new hole in his shabby looking home. He tilt his head as he looked at me. "Your soul?" He questioned as he eyed my Aura fluctuating around me. "You're using your soul as a defense, interesting." He rubbed his beard and acted like he hadn't just tried to burn me to a crisp. "To withstand even a tiny fraction of my power. You deserve praise."
[Well, even you can't outdo the arrogance of a god.] Ddraig snorted at Susanoo's words.
"It's too bad." He rolled his neck. "If you had held your tongue, I may have took more of an interest. But I despise those who speak of my mother." This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"Thou has forced this Goddess to regain mine true power for but a few breaths. To burn through mine lifespan that allows this one to stay in the mortal realm." She held out her hand again. "For thy crime, thy punishment is death."
Once more, her divine power coalesced, taking shape.
"Hear me, Oh souls of the deceased. Those whose eyes slowly closed at the end of their lives. Their bones weakened, their skin shriveled, their bodies slowly withered. Thy name is certainty, and thy form is inevitable, for it is the unbreakable law. Become mine weapon of absolution, for nothing escapes thy clutches." She declared as the world shuddered at her words.
Her Authority as a Goddess.
It took the form of a Bow and an Arrow. It was a Silver bow, with an arrow that appeared to be made of Obsidian. And the feathers were clearly those similar to the owls she had summoned earlier.
There was a presence to it, one that I recognized immediately.
I could only faintly smile as I understand what she attempted to do. And I shook my head in pity as she appeared confidant in her actions.
She knocked the arrow, and the world around us trembled. The sky darkened as the string drew back. "Be reduced to dust." She declared as the arrow was let loose.
Death came towards me.
An Authority that encompassed an aspect of death.
However.....
I held my spear to the side in one hand as my other reached out and grasped the air. A similar Red Spear appeared, held tightly between my fingers.
"Stab and Penetrate!" I thrust the second spear towards the arrows. The thorns of my Noble Phantasm lashed out, colliding with the coming Arrow of death. "Thrust and Drill!"
The remains of life around us withered at the collision, the deathly aura spreading out in all directions.
"Foolish." I declared. "You wish to wither me into Old Age? I am a Heroic Spirit. One who has been elevated to legend through human worship and remembrance. The protectors of humanity. As long as humanity exists, so too shall I never fade."
Age merely made my spear stronger.
A crack formed, and the Arrow shattered.
My spear lashed out at its true target, drilling into the goddess. The concepts intertwined with my spear locked her in place, the space around her solidified to not allow any escape.
I reeled my hand back, my second spear raised up. "GAE BOLG ALTERNATIVE." I threw it with all my might as the world once again shuddered.
The streak of light that was my Magical Energy and my Bloodlust wrapped around my spear. It sailed through the air like a shooting star, the blackened sky giving way and my Noble Phantasm lightning up the false night.
The Goddess screamed as my spear tore through her. Her form flickered, the Divine Power that had enveloped her visibly began to fall apart as her true face was revealed once more.
The beautiful woman was not who fell to the ground, but the child from before.
She held a hand over her stomach where a hole could be seen, blood flowed relentlessly.
I couldn't help but frown and click my tongue as my spear returned to my hand. "You have lost, Goddess." I stated, putting my spear head on her shoulder.
"Do not think –" I did not let her finish as I swiped and beheaded her.
I did not react as her body turned to a familiar clump of feathers.
No, I had noticed it a moment prior. To escape so readily in that brief moment after my Noble Phantasm had assailed her and her 'true' form had returned to the diminished state. It was a move befitting of her status as a Goddess of War, to use even that opportunity to retreat. With a hole in her chest, she had been able to pull off such a maneuver. "A Goddess is still a Goddess, even if reduced." I sighed. "Oh well, perhaps she will return in that completed form again at some point." I swung my spear, flinging the blood away.
Would I have allowed that to happen had I still been living?
It is likely I had been having too much fun and was caught up in the moment.
I could only shake my head with a small laugh. An old woman like me had gotten lost in her own enjoyment. Something I used to get after Setanta about all the time. I suppose there is no need to dwell on it. Perhaps she will return with her full power and give me a real fight.
"Today has been a wonderful day." I smiled lightly, even finding it in myself to hum a tune I had remember some years ago.
Now, where did the others get off to?
***
Little late on the release today. Got caught up in some stories I had been putting off reading until now. Scáthach had fun bullying Divine Ancestor Athena.
If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /storyforone
We have a discord -- JbwkdNDt7F
Chapter 215:"Why do you have my mother's blessing?" I honestly did not have a good answer for that question based on who I guessed this person was. I mean....I had a reasonable answer, but how he would take it was a crapshoot. With a thought, I returned my sword to my ring. Thought it would be a more polite way to speak to him. I took a moment to notice the strange sensations around me. The world, this place I had walked into, felt like it was trying to constrict me. I could ignore it with minimal effort, but it was something to note. Hell, I could feel Izzy's blessing sort of pushing the discomfort away. Careful, he's stronger than that Goddess your Teacher is fighting. He's definitely 'whole'. Yeah, even if he wasn't throwing around his Divine power, he still had a large presence to him. "I'm acquainted with her." I decided to choose my words carefully. He didn't outwardly react, but he was staring at me intently, like he was looking for any kind of deceit. It took a moment before he finally frowned. "My mother doesn't leave Yomi, how did you get 'acquainted' with her." ".....Why don't you go ask her?" I replied, with slight annoyance. His attitude was a bit..... His frown deepened, and the air turned heavy. "Mortal. I asked you a question." I let my own power start to leak out to offset the pressure he was emanating. He raised a curious eyebrow at me. "Yes, you did." I pursed my lips. "Do not presume to think that my deference to your first question was an acknowledgement of you holding sway over me." I stood up straight and crossed my arms. I did not like being talked down to. "I was merely being polite since I apparently intruded into your home." Granted, he was spying on me, but still. I walked right into his home while he was lazing around. I wouldn't say I was being rude....but I was entering the realm of impolite. "This is the first time I've had a mortal talk to me this way." He sounded almost.....amused? "I usually don't let anyone other than another God or a Campione in my presence, but I'll make an exception. You should relish this moment." He nodded to himself with a hint of pride in his own voice. "Izzy did say you were rather arrogant." I snorted. He blinked. "Izzy....? Are you calling my mother by a nickname?" He narrowed his eyes. "What's your relationship with her? She would never allow that kind of disrespect by a mortal." "We're friends." I felt no need to hide it and my desire to be polite had been entirely squashed. And to be honest, I was kinda curious about her son; not to mention he was a God of the country I was born in, even if from a different World-line. "I sometimes go to Yomi and spend time with her. Or she comes around and we hang out." He opened his mouth and close it again, setting down the cup of sake. "You are able to hide the truth from me." He muttered, basically not believing me. "You should go visit her more often, she gets lonely." I was genuine when I said this. I would regret if I didn't try to help the Izzy here if I could. He expression turned dark. "You overstep. I ignored your earlier remarks, but you forget your place, mortal." A little bit of lightning crackled around him. His expression didn't change much, but the air grew a little bit colder as he gazed at me. "Yes, you did ignore my words." I shrugged off the pressure he was trying to push onto me. "Let me reiterate." I took a step forward. "I do not fear you." I refuse to be talked down to this way and just stand there and take it. Izzy did say he was hot tempered. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw a fist, but I would not bow down to his 'superiority'. "I was wondering where that girl got that Divine sword from." I decided to shift the conversation since I was still on the fence if I wanted to actually fight him or not. "She clearly hasn't mastered it, and perhaps it even hindered her growth a little bit. Have you considered " He raised his hand and my vision was filled with lightning, blowing me out of the hut. My Aura flickered around me as I laid on the ground, staring up at the sky that was not a sky I knew. The sky was filled with a purple hue, an aurora streaked across the horizon and into the distance. You're hesitating. "He's Izzy's son...." From a different world. "I know, but still." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It's not like I specifically came here looking for a fight. I was just annoyed that someone was spying on me again and had some time to kill. Your sentiments aren't misplaced. But should I remind you that killing a God here doesn't truly kill them? Not to mention, you are trying to take pity on a Divine being. As someone who fought Gods, I will tell you that you're being very arrogant right now. Ddraig continued to speak. Keep in mind that he has lived an uncountable number of years. You are not fighting a child here, but a hardened warrior who fought the Yamata-no-Orochi and came out the victor. I boast about my superiority over that snake, but it is not a foe to take lightly. I took a deep breath, climbing to my feet. "Yeah, I'm being too wishy washy." I brushed off my clothes. My expression hardened. "I was not the one to make the first move. I will relinquish any sense of responsibility." I looked as Susanoo, God of Storms, walked out of the new hole in his shabby looking home. He tilt his head as he looked at me. "Your soul?" He questioned as he eyed my Aura fluctuating around me. "You're using your soul as a defense, interesting." He rubbed his beard and acted like he hadn't just tried to burn me to a crisp. "To withstand even a tiny fraction of my power. You deserve praise." Well, even you can't outdo the arrogance of a god. Ddraig snorted at Susanoo's words. "It's too bad." He rolled his neck. "If you had held your tongue, I may have took more of an interest. But I despise those who speak of my mother." This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform."Thou has forced this Goddess to regain mine true power for but a few breaths. To burn through mine lifespan that allows this one to stay in the mortal realm." She held out her hand again. "For thy crime, thy punishment is death." Once more, her divine power coalesced, taking shape. "Hear me, Oh souls of the deceased. Those whose eyes slowly closed at the end of their lives. Their bones weakened, their skin shriveled, their bodies slowly withered. Thy name is certainty, and thy form is inevitable, for it is the unbreakable law. Become mine weapon of absolution, for nothing escapes thy clutches." She declared as the world shuddered at her words. Her Authority as a Goddess. It took the form of a Bow and an Arrow. It was a Silver bow, with an arrow that appeared to be made of Obsidian. And the feathers were clearly those similar to the owls she had summoned earlier. There was a presence to it, one that I recognized immediately. I could only faintly smile as I understand what she attempted to do. And I shook my head in pity as she appeared confidant in her actions. She knocked the arrow, and the world around us trembled. The sky darkened as the string drew back. "Be reduced to dust." She declared as the arrow was let loose. Death came towards me. An Authority that encompassed an aspect of death. However..... I held my spear to the side in one hand as my other reached out and grasped the air. A similar Red Spear appeared, held tightly between my fingers. "Stab and Penetrate!" I thrust the second spear towards the arrows. The thorns of my Noble Phantasm lashed out, colliding with the coming Arrow of death. "Thrust and Drill!" The remains of life around us withered at the collision, the deathly aura spreading out in all directions. "Foolish." I declared. "You wish to wither me into Old Age? I am a Heroic Spirit. One who has been elevated to legend through human worship and remembrance. The protectors of humanity. As long as humanity exists, so too shall I never fade." Age merely made my spear stronger. A crack formed, and the Arrow shattered. My spear lashed out at its true target, drilling into the goddess. The concepts intertwined with my spear locked her in place, the space around her solidified to not allow any escape. I reeled my hand back, my second spear raised up. "GAE BOLG ALTERNATIVE." I threw it with all my might as the world once again shuddered. The streak of light that was my Magical Energy and my Bloodlust wrapped around my spear. It sailed through the air like a shooting star, the blackened sky giving way and my Noble Phantasm lightning up the false night. The Goddess screamed as my spear tore through her. Her form flickered, the Divine Power that had enveloped her visibly began to fall apart as her true face was revealed once more. The beautiful woman was not who fell to the ground, but the child from before. She held a hand over her stomach where a hole could be seen, blood flowed relentlessly. I couldn't help but frown and click my tongue as my spear returned to my hand. "You have lost, Goddess." I stated, putting my spear head on her shoulder. "Do not think " I did not let her finish as I swiped and beheaded her. I did not react as her body turned to a familiar clump of feathers. No, I had noticed it a moment prior. To escape so readily in that brief moment after my Noble Phantasm had assailed her and her 'true' form had returned to the diminished state. It was a move befitting of her status as a Goddess of War, to use even that opportunity to retreat. With a hole in her chest, she had been able to pull off such a maneuver. "A Goddess is still a Goddess, even if reduced." I sighed. "Oh well, perhaps she will return in that completed form again at some point." I swung my spear, flinging the blood away. Would I have allowed that to happen had I still been living? It is likely I had been having too much fun and was caught up in the moment. I could only shake my head with a small laugh. An old woman like me had gotten lost in her own enjoyment. Something I used to get after Setanta about all the time. I suppose there is no need to dwell on it. Perhaps she will return with her full power and give me a real fight. "Today has been a wonderful day." I smiled lightly, even finding it in myself to hum a tune I had remember some years ago. Now, where did the others get off to? *** Little late on the release today. Got caught up in some stories I had been putting off reading until now. Scathach had fun bullying Divine Ancestor Athena. If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /storyforone We have a discord -- JbwkdNDt7F
