Page 145 of The Gods Veiling
No. I think the little ego-sensitive man god is fucking with us. I think he knows how much the Veilatara mean to us, and I believe the Meadow Hands told him everything that went down. So he’s going easy on him to get under our skin.
The giggling and pointing of his Defender bitches behind him make my nostrils twitch. They see that Gladian’s only toying with him. They all should know, he deserves far worse than this.
Fine then…
If he wants to fuck with us on this, then let’s fuck around.
The third and fourth swings are the same as the first two, but as he prepares his fifth and final, I wiggle my fingers out.
Go play.
My power flares to life, causing my eyes to swirl. It leaves my body just as Creed grips my forearm.
Too late, brother.
The last swing lands with minimal damage just like the others, but when Gladian flicks it back, there’s a little bit too much power behind it.
It soars through the air so fast, Mara doesn’t have time to flinch out of the way. The tip of the whip nicks her face, and her scream…her beautiful, painful screech, brings a smile to mine.
She cups her cheek, throwing vicious curses Gladian’s way. He looks dumbfounded, with his eyes narrowed on her. Her lady Defender friends run over to check her over, but in her current fury, she shoves them away.
Two of their bodies go flying backward from the force she put behind that angry little thrust. They collide with the rest of the bunch standing behind them and more people hit the dirt with pissed off grunts. They push each other in their haste to get back to their feet and the slurs falling from their lips get more colorful.
My knee bounces as my eyes scan the frenzy starting and I push more of my power out. It’s craving to be completely unleashed. I can’t quite let it do that. Someone is liable to end up dead today if I do.
I can let it out enough, though, that this stunt may disrupt training this afternoon and give Gladian a massive fucking mess to deal with.
My head falls back, laughing as the first punch is thrown. The Defender girl is out cold before her body hits the ground.
I stare, mesmerized, at my handiwork as the entire Defender Designation in the Court tears each other apart. All of them ignore the barking orders coming from their useless leader.
He and the other men in his Valtrue try but fail to break up all the madness and fight off my power. Their underlings don’t even realize who it is they’re swinging on.
Poor things. Pick what you’ll focus on.
The fight in front of you or fighting me off.
Ahhhh. Sweet, sweet chaos.
My laugh is still ringing loudly as I follow Creed over the side of the arena wall. I dance and twirl my way behind him as he stomps over to Ike. Any god I find gaining their wits about them, I focus my power on. I can’t have them snapping out of it too soon.
My chaos soaks up their minimal anger and intensifies it to new heights.
One god getting off easy is enough for the day.
I want them all bloodied and beaten.
The healing villas are going to be packed here soon.
The sniffling man shudders and cries out as Creed approaches him. The whining noise makes me sneer. Lucky for him, my brother doesn’t get pleasure from praying on those below him.
It’s not that I do either. Okay, I do, but in certain circumstances, of course.
It all depends on how these pretentious, self-absorbed gods act. When they start to be bullies and take shit like this as a joke, you have to remind them of the pecking order around here.
Ike grunts and groans as he holds himself up after Creed frees his arms. He doesn’t so much as spare the waste of space a glance as he walks toward the exit of the arena.
I, on the other hand, kick him back over when he finally gets some balance under his hands and knees. Personally, I think he should crawl the whole way to the healing villas.
