Before the goat could get to the truck, he had a boot firmly planted against his horns. It hadn't been a kick. Dei had just lifted his leg at the right moment, and now the animal couldn't go anywhere.
"It's okay, Lot." He was smiling. Quite largely, actually. Deimos was secretly hoping that the goat would start a real fight. He'd never punched a goat before. A pig, yes. A horse. And even a cow once. But never a goat. He wondered if it would go down the same, or if there was some sort of magically thick skull under those horns that would keep it from being rattled, even by a god.
He pointed a thumb at the truck and trailer behind him.
"I found you something. You said you wanted something to fix up. Thought this would be a good start."