“You are the sister of that supposed war god of the Greeks.” If she were the sister of Ares, he wouldn’t really be that surprised. She did seem to have her brother’s ego. To think that she could stop him from doing anything. It took s bit of effort for him not to just laugh out loud. Ares might give him a bit of a fight, but this woman was far out of her league.
There she stood, practically naked before him, and still she threatened him. If he were not married, and she not Greek, he might be tempted by her. Possibly. But unlikely. As it stood, she marginally impressed him. She did not seem to be willing to back down. Not many hold their ground when confronted by the Beast of War. Very good.
Nergal was ready to test her strength and weapons. He wanted to see if her skills matched her attitude. However, it seemed that others were even more curious about her. He saw them approaching, a band of brigands coming to rob the fallen of any treasures they may have possessed. Apparently, they decided that the living had gold as well. The brigands came forward to attack Nergal and Enyo.
The Sumerian war god barely bothered to take his eyes off of the Greek war goddess as the first of the brigands reached them. With a thought, Nergal’s sword appeared in his hand. He brought the keen blade up with all his strength. The mortal barely had time to feel the sword slicing through his flesh and bones.
Nergal’s sword sliced the man’s face off in one swift motion. The mortal was lucky enough to die before his brains slipped out of what remained of his skull. The man next to him did not get that blessing. Nergal turned slightly, shifting his grip on his sword. The second man found himself staring down as his entrails started slipping from his opened belly.
Nergal hoped Enyo was defending herself. He had no time to see to the Greek’s safety at the moment.