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It is a sign of the Mountain's intelligence that she can see beyond the simple meaning of her magic into something that could be used in battle. Volterra doesn't have that ability - if it's not blowing something up, or crafting flaming beasts from stone, or erupting a spike of earth beneath a foe, or shifting into a three-headed hell-beast, or any of those sorts of blatantly offensive magics, then he can't see how to make it be offensive. Unlike him, Isopia can see the subtleties and can see how her rain could be just as useful in battle as Volterra's golems or structures, and he can't hide the smile of admiration for her. As much as he doesn't wish to say it, the Earth God's untimeliness is concerning to him, too. He remembers the circles beneath the deity's eyes last time Volterra met with him, and his avoidance of the question when the Indomitable asked how he was. Could he have fallen foul to Kaos' dastardly plans? The beast prays not, and it comes as a considerable relief when the God materialises in front of him. Volterra knows he needn't have worried about the massive man's reaction, but he can't help the spasm of relief when the God offers his congratulations. "Thank you, Father Earth....or should that be Grandfather Earth?" It's unlike the stoic warlord to be so cheeky, but there's no way for him to stifle the warm grin or the glow of happiness in his eyes as he glances between Isopia's bulky sides and her esteemed sire. He falls silent, knowing that this is about her request for power and not his. |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
