Re: Containing the Kitty
They were in her space, in her face, and just plain too close to her. Both of them. They were shoving each other out of the way, getting closer each time, and it was just too much. Bast let out a feral growl, and took three steps back. "Stop!"
Her chest heaving a she tried to catch her breath, Bast's eyes darted towards Ninkasi. Nergal was there, which did not put her at ease, but Kratos and Enlil seemed to be calming her down, so her brother's assessment that this was pretty much over was spot on. Which meant they didn't really need her protection any longer. Which meant that she--
Wait. Mother? No. No! Bast didn't want to deal with that on a good day, she wasn't planning on dealing with it now. So she wouldn't. At all.
With a thought, her shield, sword and armor disappeared. And a heartbeat later, Bast was no longer a goddess with the head of a large cat, but rather a small, compact sandcat who could adeptly weave through legs, both human and table. Which was exactly what she did as she streaked for the door, claws extended to get better traction, tail puffed because.... fuck it, because it was. She needed to get out. Immediately.