War hissed, blood foaming at her mouth even as Jamie brushed a trail of red away. She wanted out of the New God's hands. Did not want this heathen thing touching her. She flinched, trying to escape from his grasp even as the voice in her head dug deeper.
It felt like being turned upside down and torn apart like so many scraps of paper. The Horseman wanted to attack to return the brutal assault to lash out at this deity that would violate her so.
The Red Rider's eyes bled over to the color of rust.
"Die."
Only the thought echoed right back at her and whatever resistance the Horseman had crumbled.