Nergal grinned while he watched Enyo take the impromptu shower of blood. She looked so sexy doing it. He immediately stopped smiling and frowned. He never thought like that about anyone that was not his wife. It must be from the rush from the battle. His blood was always hot after a good fight.
Enyo tossed the head away and faced him again. She seemed eager to renew their conflict. That was more than fine with him. His blood was boiling and he needed a release. Normally, he would hurry back to Irkalla and have wild, passionate sex. This time, however, he just could not leave just yet. The Greek woman wanted to continue their fight. He would deal with her, then go home to his wife.
The Beast of War smirked at his opponent as she spun her weapon. Was that supposed to impress him? Somehow, he doubted she would care if he was or not. Nergal faced Enyo, giving his own sword a twirl. He moved around her, carefully stepping through the blood and gore on the ground. He would make their fight an epic battle, one worthy to be written down and passed on through the ages.
“Shall we begin, then?” Nergal grinned and rushed his enemy. He knew the fight would not be easily won, but he was ready for the clash of weapons and the heat of battle. He would emerge victorious in the end so there was no reason not to enjoy himself.