Glory scrambled back, disgusted at herself for having to something so humiliating as scramble. She was Glorificus, called the Beast. She was not some weak little fool, She was a Hell God. She was frickin unkillable.
The crystal hit Glory, and shattered on impact, shards of it landing on her skin still aflame, burning her, hurting her.
Pain.
Pain wasn't fair. Wasn't for her to feel. She didn't WANT pain. But she couldn't let Ben out, not here, if he died down here she would die with him. She breathed deeply focusing herself and her strength, she needed to unnerve this woman. So Glory didn't let Ben out. She didn't need to do that
"You trusted Gentle Ben don't you...he's your little friend, helping you...he's not helping you, little coward" she taunted. "Did you tell him all about the boy, what is he your brother?"
She was Glorificus, a God of more worlds than this pitiful, yet annoyingly powerful little human could fathom. She had the strength of ages. She would not fall to a woman who still thought kohl was a good look day to day.