"THIS IS NOT MY FAULT," Tezcatlipoca all but screamed. "I've always been complicated, that's sort of what I do!" His arms came up to protect his face, but not quickly enough, a punch caught him across the cheekbone. He kicked out, hard, at Quetzalcoatl, hoping to get some space between himself and the other god's fists.
"You want to get angry at someone? Let's tear apart the one who did this to us. Let's eat his heart and savor it, knowing it's exactly what he deserves."