N I G H T

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"Pfft. Feelings for someone. That stuff is gross and not worth my time.”

"You are a horrible liar, Philotes. You always have been."

He was going to lose. He was going to lose terribly, his gut was telling him so. But he honestly didn’t care. He didn’t come across many people that could brutally defeat him in combat. So when he did, he wouldn’t let an opportunity to fight pass up. Plus..Maybe if he lasted long enough he’d end up on her good side. Probably not.

Was she being generous in saying that? Certainly. However, it was the truth. Nemesis rarely asked for her mother's help in anything. She was the child that brutally went after other's if they wronged her. It was cute.

He had gotten lazy with his hand-to-hand combat, relying on his weapons a little to much in the past few centuries. He would probably end up getting beat, but he’d consider it good enough practice.

She was being genuine. It wasn't often anyone challenged her to a fight, let alone hand-to-hand combat. She was brutal outside of combat and even worse in it. She had to be civil and offer some sort of optimistic feeling towards him for being brave enough to challenge her.

"I’ll fight like that then, too. Hand combat isn’t something I get to do very often…"

If he wasn't, he would be crushed in seconds. She could fight hand-to-hand and with weapons, it didn't matter. She just chose not to. She was strong enough without flinging around some blade or gun.

Slowly he would stand. “Hey…I’m guessing by how you just dragged me you fight pretty damn good. I wanna fight ya some day, just not today I gotta make sure I don’t have a damn concussion or whatever.”

"...Perhaps. I do not use weapons other than my hands and feet."

He would raise a hand, thumb sticking up, but showed no signs of moving from his current position. “…Sounds great, sounds like fun…”

She was already starting to walk away at that point, not even bothering to offer him a hand. Her heels clicked as she slowly paced, a low sound leaving her. She really was curious.

"Yeah…Yeah I hear ya. Don’t hurt her. Message crystal…Clear."

"--Excellent. We should get along just fine then." It was hard to tell whether or not she was lying, since there was far more to it then just respecting her daughter.

"Hurting her certainly isn’t on my list. Though she does enjoy doing so to me. Can’t say I’m complaining." Shut up, please.

She easily grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder--slamming him hard enough to crack the obsidian stone beneath him. "Was I not clear enough, God of War? My children are scorned by people like you. If you dare hurt her or upset her enough to send her here, well...we'll see the death of a god for the first time ever."

now, who wants some starters?

"Really? Must be more of a celebrity than I considered…Ha." Humor was probably the worst thing to go with right now…But he wasn’t exactly known for his common sense. Hands were placed on his shoulders as he watched her, rather quiet for once.

"The only thing you're famous for is for being with my daughter." Her voice, while it was quiet, seemed to echo in the halls. Her words were forceful, but soft--quite the opposite from her loud children. She stopped pacing, purple eyes shifting to look over at him. "You hurt her...and we will see the end of War."

"—…Hey."

"This is perfect...I've been meaning to have a word with you." Her hands clasped behind her back, heels clicking against the obsidian floor as she slowly circled around him. He may have been a higher up god than most of her children--but with her, it was a different story. She had been there at creation. She was a titan. Even Zeus himself knew better than to anger her.