They quickly swarmed her, two bearing down on her from the front as the third sidled up to her suggestively. The Maiden's skin crawled as he curled a finger around a lock of her hair. Her grip tightened around the edge of the counter-top, until her knuckles were strained white. Be calm be calm be calm.
Instinctively, she reached out with her mind, along that indefinable thread that bound the three as one. Almost immediately, she was met by the warm reassurance of Lachesis' presence, and the steely fierceness of Atropos'.
We are coming, sister.
Drawing resolve from their presence, Clotho forced herself to look Eris' bloodthirsty spawn in the eye and tried to not to shudder as they leered over her. "You overstep yourselves, Phonoi," she said in a low voice. "The slaughter of mortals is your domain, not immortals. It will not be tolerated."