She claims not to care; yet her guard was compromised. This was important information to remember for future encounters. He was very confident that there would be many more.
Nergal smiled at the Greek woman as he placed the tip of his sword under her left breast. He flicked his wrist, intending to leave a small yet deep cut on her chest. She was a goddess. It would be up to her if she let it scar or not.
“Something to remember me by.” He kept his eyes on her while he knelt down and retrieved her sword. “A souvenir for me as well.” He stepped back, training both swords on his foe.
“I would love to continue further, but I do have duties elsewhere that require my attention.” He walked backwards a few more steps. “My compliments, by the way. You are much more fun than Ares ever was.” He blew her a kiss and stepped into Concept leaving the Greek alone on the battlefield with the dead.