It was only a very short-lived glance that he could cast into the women's direction. Two of the ghosts were stepping dangerously close. Instinct made him back off a step. A foolish act as it revealed the weakness he felt.
"If you do not possess enough to draw a line and provide shelter, run," he said through gritted teeth. His eyes were locked onto his opponents, willing them to back away. But they did not obey. Instead they circled closer.
The god drew a blade out of thin air. It was part of him now as much as his clothes were part of him. But the extra length would give him an advantage. He was ready for battle.