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Shit. Finally. The lizard was falling, finally dying from the combined efforts of me, Ma, and a whole load of other yahoos, and I was not sorry in the slightest to see him go. Good riddance, I say. In fact, I didn’t feel any sort of overwhelming emotion from its defeat; the monster was slain, and I could’ve felt super-duper happy or just relieved that it was over. Nope. All I felt was this minor irritation that this thing had been here in the first place and that this thing had inflicted these hurts all over my body, and now that it was gone, my irritation shifted into something like actual anger, focusing not on the monster’s blight—but upon one of my supposed “comrades”.
Fact of the matter is, that black bitch with the silver horn could’ve gotten me killed. Well, okay—maybe that was too harsh and a little unrealistic compared to what actually happened. But whatever the outcome, she did get in my way, she did distract me, and she did call me a child—and somehow that though got me more riled than anything else in that moment. It just…..gosh, but I was buzzing like a wasp. My body hurt everywhere, in my chest, under my stomach, in the muscles of my legs and my ass and all over the knots of my neck, but in the aftermath of the battle I walked my short ass right up to her, my head thrown up to look her right in the eye. I should’ve gone to see Ma and make sure she was okay—even congradulate her on the last blow. But no. I had business to attend to.
“Let’s get one thing goddamned straight,” I growled, my voice weaker and creaking with pain, but still biting and venomous in spite of the fact, “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you stay the hell out from under my hooves. You ain’t my momma, and I don’t need you fuckin’ up my rhythm, got it?” I did say I was furious in that moment, and in the confusion of the battle and the pain beating against my head, I didn’t know why at the time. But I wasn’t being arrogant with my warning; it wasn’t a sense of superiority that drove my words. Being a demi-god complicated a hell of a lot of things, but a sense of contemptuousness wasn’t one of its side-effects. Thing was, I knew I wanted my space, and I knew I wanted her to get the hell away from me—and I also knew that some incredulous question was beginning to form in my head: What kinds of people was I supposed to protect? All of them?
All of the idiots?
@[Hespera]
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