Was the Greek woman trying to give him lessons in how to kill? He was a war god, one that had been around longer than any Greek. He also had his favorite pastime of using mortals to find new and interesting ways to kill. By what he was overhearing her say to her victim, she might enjoy the same activities. Though he would never abuse his father’s staff in such a way.
As the surviving brigands started running away in fear, Nergal grabbed one by his hair. He really did not want to waste much more of his time with these fools. The Sumerian god slid his sword across the mortal’s neck, decapitating the man in a second. The brood sprayed across him and even reached far enough to hit Enyo. Nergal doubted she would notice. She was already covered in enough blood to almost make her attractive to him.
The rest of the gang was beyond his reach now. They were not worth the effort it would take him to chase them down and dispatch them all. He would let them go and spread the word of what had happened to their companions. He wondered if anyone would believe them.
He glanced over and saw Enyo examining the internal organs of her assailant. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Nergal hated to interrupt her fun, but he was not finished with their conversation yet. He took the head he was still holding and tossed it at the Greek goddess. It was a bit childish, but he was certain to get her attention.