05-16-2020, 04:15 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Sure enough, the hybrid's fur began to flicker with embers and sparks of electricity. Watching her closely, the Messenger met her gaze evenly. The chuckle, the way she referred to him as a mere avian... this was exactly the reason their pantheon had never accepted mortals into their ranks. Give a mortal a dose of power, and suddenly they're a tough guy.
Watching her glide along with the gust of wind, though, the Messenger raised a brow. He'd expected her to try and resist, but she'd made a wise choice- not bad, for a former mortal. He was starting to see how she'd beaten old Sky's angry wall of meat.
As she echoed the sentiment back at him, the Messenger cracked another smirk. "Please, call me Merc," he said, performing a mock bow while willing the air to keep him aloft. Then, flapping his wings again, he focused his eyes in on the quickly-forming lights- ah, lightning bolts. Neat. Jupiter would have some fun with that, if they ever ran into each other. He weaved in and out between the first two bolts, feeling the uncomfortable heat of the second one just barely missing his wings, then teleported behind her to avoid the last bolts.
Well, if she was going to treat this like a game, then he might as well do the same. He thought he could catch the sound of increasingly-raucous cries coming from the town, but... it could wait. The target was strong, but even she couldn't face those sheer numbers, especially when she hadn't been expecting them.
With a casual smile, the Messenger calmly teleported back and forth around the hybrid, going from one side to the other and then back, from in front of her to behind her, as easily as breathing. "So, you're supposed to be a goddess now, huh?" he remarked, willing the winds to swirl up in a circular motion around the center of the mountain top- not quite strong enough to do more than ruffle her fur.
Then, using his mental manipulation to try and project his voice to the opposite side of her, alternating between sides as he flashed back and forth, he continued, "What's your domain? Myself, I'm the god of travelers, traders, thieves... those who the wind blesses." The winds spun faster now, kicking snow up into the air in an effort to impair her visibility. If this worked, he wouldn't be able to see her either- but that wasn't a problem. He wasn't trying to kill her here, after all.
Leaving a small pocket of relatively still air around himself, he willed the winds to speed up even more, to the point of possibly knocking the hybrid down. It wasn't quite a full tornado, not yet- he didn't want to exert all his power right away- but in his mind, it was enough for now. He couldn't see any way she could fly in this without getting horribly dizzy, and if she happened to prove him wrong, he still had his trusty teleportation to keep him out of danger.
Warringkingdoms had been correct to surmise that he really wasn't a combat-focused god at all, but he didn't have to be. By himself, he was sufficient as a distraction, and that was all he needed to be.
The Messenger
Health: 99.5%
Current form: pied crow with blue eyes
Powers: air elementals, teleportation, mental manipulation/communication
Watching her glide along with the gust of wind, though, the Messenger raised a brow. He'd expected her to try and resist, but she'd made a wise choice- not bad, for a former mortal. He was starting to see how she'd beaten old Sky's angry wall of meat.
As she echoed the sentiment back at him, the Messenger cracked another smirk. "Please, call me Merc," he said, performing a mock bow while willing the air to keep him aloft. Then, flapping his wings again, he focused his eyes in on the quickly-forming lights- ah, lightning bolts. Neat. Jupiter would have some fun with that, if they ever ran into each other. He weaved in and out between the first two bolts, feeling the uncomfortable heat of the second one just barely missing his wings, then teleported behind her to avoid the last bolts.
Well, if she was going to treat this like a game, then he might as well do the same. He thought he could catch the sound of increasingly-raucous cries coming from the town, but... it could wait. The target was strong, but even she couldn't face those sheer numbers, especially when she hadn't been expecting them.
With a casual smile, the Messenger calmly teleported back and forth around the hybrid, going from one side to the other and then back, from in front of her to behind her, as easily as breathing. "So, you're supposed to be a goddess now, huh?" he remarked, willing the winds to swirl up in a circular motion around the center of the mountain top- not quite strong enough to do more than ruffle her fur.
Then, using his mental manipulation to try and project his voice to the opposite side of her, alternating between sides as he flashed back and forth, he continued, "What's your domain? Myself, I'm the god of travelers, traders, thieves... those who the wind blesses." The winds spun faster now, kicking snow up into the air in an effort to impair her visibility. If this worked, he wouldn't be able to see her either- but that wasn't a problem. He wasn't trying to kill her here, after all.
Leaving a small pocket of relatively still air around himself, he willed the winds to speed up even more, to the point of possibly knocking the hybrid down. It wasn't quite a full tornado, not yet- he didn't want to exert all his power right away- but in his mind, it was enough for now. He couldn't see any way she could fly in this without getting horribly dizzy, and if she happened to prove him wrong, he still had his trusty teleportation to keep him out of danger.
Warringkingdoms had been correct to surmise that he really wasn't a combat-focused god at all, but he didn't have to be. By himself, he was sufficient as a distraction, and that was all he needed to be.
The Messenger
Health: 99.5%
Current form: pied crow with blue eyes
Powers: air elementals, teleportation, mental manipulation/communication
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo