Thread: The fierce deity.

He was old, very old, older than the area they stood in, when he had come here years before it had all been ocean front before the grounds were changed. He did not need to prove anything to the likes of her and standing his eyes took her in, they gave a brief cursory glance over her before his skin began to fade slightly. He looked her over and saw her youth through the sort of skin she wore. She simply didn't know better, and now that she had refused to leave he would teach her better. He gave a brief smirk, his lips turning up just a quarter of an inch at the corners at the fact that she couldn't even look at him directly without her eyes hurting her proving she was sight based yet couldn't control which spectrum she saw him in. Look girl, there is no reason to continue this. He said softly to her, it was still dulcet, and rang almost like a small harmony when he spoke but it was still a curt tone of voice. Just..walk away..while you can still walk. He finished, with a grim finality to it. There was no hint of jest or boast in his voice, it was a cold factual possibility as he stated it. I do not mince words. He simply said as he watched her reactions, saw the bitten lip and the positioning followed by her exposing her fangs. She was slightly fearful, all that kept her from running was her pride and foolish belief maybe she could win. He could see it in her and though he knew it would likely be best just to crush her absolutely he wanted to give her a bit of a chance, and to savor that moment she thought victory was possible before absolutely shattering it and blasting its remains to oblivion. The ground continued to crack and slip outward the pattern still like that of a large spiderweb and he stood in the very center. He was surprised she simply rushed in without considering what the pattern on the ground was. Lifting his right hand a slow arc gleamed behind her as she leaped close to him and began to creep inward. Flashes gleamed along a line leading in a long arc back to his hand. You are quite young aren't you to believe you can challenge one as old as I in my own domain. His skin was now only slightly bright, its usuall color and luminesence as he stood there and twitched his other hand and various other long arcs gleamed behind her. Then he began to move his hands in a slow circle and various small flashes of light came close to them. They were behind her where she stood but behind himself as well. It was like seeing a strand of silver hair briefly gleaming in the sunlight before vanishing. She got behind him, and as she did she'd likely feel something brush across her cheek and arms for a quick moment before the items went slack. I don't think I'll need footwork, you won't touch me. He simply said before he pushed forward and away from before before swinging his arms about and spinning on his right heel as he lifted his left foot and then yanked his hands towards himself. It kicked up a bit of dust about them, and soon after her brought his foot down suddenly and a large cloud of dust shot up about them obscuring both from view. Now Said his voice in the brown haze that surrounded them, it rumbled the air slightly, and flashes of light came here and there arching through the air on occasion as he spoke his voice wavering slightly. Let me tell you one of the stories of Anansi...the god of Cunning. He said simply. Once upon a time...Anansi ran across a girl who dared to challenge him on his own ground. He didn't want to kill her, but an example had to be made....stop me if you've heard this one before. His voice said before a laugh came, it was a cold and mirthless laugh that rang clear through the area. What better example could be made than to cut her into thousands of small pieces and scatter them throughout the area...and do you know how he would do it? He asked, letting the question hang in the air.