Bast was being Bast. Taweret rolled her eyes. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Well, coming from Thor, it probably was nothing good. Though, whatever she was expecting, when she walked into the shitstorm that was that particular club people where siting out in front of in various stages of dead and dying, it was certainly not that. “What the fuc...” she started to ask, surveying the insanity on the inside. Too many divinities were standing around just sort of... watching. Some where doing... things, but nothing actually helpful. And why in Ra's name was Enlil just standing around with his storms up his ass?
Which was when a dismembered hand hit the side of her head, probably courtesy of said Storm God's niece and her reaper blade and Mr Insanity's mobile crazies. “Oh... Oh HELL no!”
Human form gone, fucks given went to zero. Below zero. Taweret stood in the form that so many mortals thought of her as a monster or demon for millenia: hippo, lion, crocodile with breasts and did what she did best... started taking control of the situation. Since no other motherfucker was, apparently. She had no problem taking Set over her knee -she still would, but she was certain he liked it now -fucking pervert. This... this shit was ending.
Now.
She barreled forward with purpose, right toward the fray.
“Bastet,” she turned first, “back up, sit down, shut up. Anpu restrain your sister or I will do it myself. Don't care if she don't like it. Don't give a fuck if you spit, hiss, cry or claw. Don't give me no shit, lady, I am not in the mood.”
Rounding on Enlil, “Hey! Winnie the Pooh! You gonna march your little black storm cloud over here and get your grim reaper to stand the fuck down or not? I get the broody emo thing runs in your family and all, but if I tell Resh you let her favorite niece get carved up like a fucking Jack 'o Lantern, I'm pretty sure she's gonna show up with hooks galore and I'm not entirely sure you'll be exempt from earning one.”
Looking side to side, “The rest of you with your thumbs up your collective asses, take care of the remaining mortals or...” she sighed...
“You can join me in trying to subdue crazypants over here...” She was going to have to just pin him, wasn't she? Maybe if he passed out he'd wake up calmer. It was a drastic thought... but maybe it wouldn't have to go that far. No one was moving fast enough for her. Still too much carnage and chaos. “Did I fucking stutter?!”