[The nymph whose fate hangs in the balance sees naught of this, busy running as fast as she can away from the brawling pair. Red hair growing richer and warmer in colour the farther she travels, the wind of her passing dries the dampness clinging to the front of her chiton, the material whipping about her legs.
Shades reach for her as she races past, the shadows twisting and reaching, but she doesn't falter.
Thanatos, meanwhile, is dazed from Herc's headbutt, unable to fight back as he would like due to the stars he's now seeing. It's fair to say that he's pretty pissed off. "Think you that this display will help you win? Even if you do reach the surface-- cease bending me! --I will claim her, yet."
That last isn't true; as a nymph, barring further viper incidents, she will live a very long time.
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Shades reach for her as she races past, the shadows twisting and reaching, but she doesn't falter.
Thanatos, meanwhile, is dazed from Herc's headbutt, unable to fight back as he would like due to the stars he's now seeing. It's fair to say that he's pretty pissed off. "Think you that this display will help you win? Even if you do reach the surface-- cease bending me! --I will claim her, yet."
That last isn't true; as a nymph, barring further viper incidents, she will live a very long time.
If they reach the surface.]