I hated doing that unless absolutely necessary because it severely depleted me. I shot a full-body shockwave of green light that took out all the minions at once. I had to amp up my power level to deal with this attack.įiring single blasts from my eyes and palms wouldn't put a dent in this mob, so stage three goddess power it was. More trees were burning and a small squadron of Photokia had landed on the ground with a hard thud to ring me in. I knew that taking the minions out one-on-one wasn't enough. I was Goddess of Spring, and that made the trees kinda like my babies. Each arboreal destruction hit me in the gut like a fist. Most of the Pyrosim were content to focus their attention on the trees around me, transforming them into a river of flaming torches. Very grateful that my light packed a punch. I knocked away a Gold Crusher and an Infernorator with a one-two thwack of my light vines. This had become a startlingly normal scenario over the past few months. The world around me turned to gold and red. Greek gods: putting the "diss" in dysfunctional. Most families yelled at their kids when they got mad. All that did was give the minions some kind of cue to rush me en masse. I squeezed my eyes tight and shook my head, hoping to clear it. Which was probably why I'd turned her into my inner monologue of negativity. Where's your peace and love now? she taunted. No wonder I was a tad concerned for my mental well-being? My goddess essence smirked at me and I could feel it. "Kill you now or kill you on the equinox," I called out to them, rubbing the back of my neck to relieve the irritation. My anger blanketed me in an itchy warmth. These Underworld Infernorators resembled the guy from that painting "The Scream" except covered in flame, floating off the ground, and with arms that extended into long tentacles to shoot fire. These Gold Crushers, as I called them, currently shared the sky with Pyrosim. Get hit a million times and that million and first is still going to hurt like a mother. You know the thing about lightning strikes? You don't build up immunity.
Super cool, yet bad news for me, were their freaky gold glowing eyes that shot lightning. Seven-foot-tall, muscly dudes, they had gold thunderbolt tattoos that snaked over their bald heads.
As evidenced by how the two minion clumps now kept to their own halves of the sky. Even though nowadays Zeus and Hades hated me enough to trump their loathing for each other, their cooperation was tentative at best.
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