[ Is what he's saying getting to her? Maybe. He's correct that she has the thinnest skin amongst all gods. It'd been easier to hide it back when absolutely nobody could see her. And the urge to kill him is just growing with every passing second.
She doesn't like the way he's stepping back slowly, rounding that corner, while still spitting his bullshit. Thankfully, she has the means to speed up his retreat. She raises her left hand and a lightning ball appears over her finger tips. And she sends it after him- It's fast, but slightly slower than the average adult's running speed.
He can either keep going slowly and accept to be struck by lightning for the third time in a row.
Or he can run and outpace it until it fades or hit an obstacle.
No matter what he chooses to do, she turns around and goes her own way, satisfied in the knowledge that no matter what option he picks, he's going to hate it. ]
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She doesn't like the way he's stepping back slowly, rounding that corner, while still spitting his bullshit. Thankfully, she has the means to speed up his retreat. She raises her left hand and a lightning ball appears over her finger tips. And she sends it after him- It's fast, but slightly slower than the average adult's running speed.
He can either keep going slowly and accept to be struck by lightning for the third time in a row.
Or he can run and outpace it until it fades or hit an obstacle.
No matter what he chooses to do, she turns around and goes her own way, satisfied in the knowledge that no matter what option he picks, he's going to hate it. ]