Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20191001222208/@comment-33229352-20191018050047

Ishmael's vines entangled it to stop it from hitting him. Still more vines sprouted around Daxtrus and started to quickly wrap around him with crushing force. Instead of tackling the god, Ishmael rolled to his feet, glaring at the other deity with hard eyes. He looked fatigued-- it had been a while since he'd been in combat, and he had forgotten its tendency to drain him. "Stop," he said in between him struggling to catch his breath. "There's nothing for us to get here. This whole village is pretty much destroyed! I'm sure that's not enough for you, but it's going to have to be. Believe me, causing ruin and destruction is a lot less fun when you've got half a dozen deities dogging your steps."