Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190912034243

Gabriel: Of course, this shouldn't be difficult. Follow me. (he steps into a shadow on the wall)

Mishipeshu: You cannot defeat me. No being here is even conceptually able to harm me. (he goes wild, rampaging and thrashing up a literal storm. Cracks of lightning scatter throughout the room)

Roc: (with bewildered screams the twisted hawk continues throwing portions of the Arabian desert around him and at Gabija)

Crocus: (seeing that this is getting him nowhere, he stops attacking and settles down, roosting with a watchful eye) Perhaps...we might be able to negotiate something.

Dis Pater: I'm afraid of no cats, no lions, no panthers. No, the only thing I'm afraid of are the Ten Judges discovering I haven't fadeed and instead have been reduced to a miserly lackey of a madman. (he spits a gold tooth out onto the ground)

Yriscal: (one eyebrow raises quizically) Interesting question. (he sips the oolong tea) Oh, that is quite good. (he stops to appreciate Hermit's song) I will say I am glad he's managed to improve beyond what I even thought possible for such an instrument...now tell me, oh goddess of Hearth and Home, where do you think my rats are?

(Garuda has already been reduced to a token, so rather than getting injured the coin is knocked far into the air and seemingly lost. The other Greywings fly higher upwards, keeping their distance cautiously. Aquila is still enjoying her reflection, preening herself...)

Astarte: (getting up) Alright, now this is truly exciting...like a battle against a giant from my time of worship...(getting heated, Asterte begins emanating a sensuous violet aura. Each of her weapons begins hovering in a circle above her and she readies a bear-handed stance.)