How blunt. A god smites, or eradicates. Monzun prefers kill. It feels too personal for his liking - but perhaps Nemesis would have appreciated that wording. Between the two, it may well have been so personal, in the end. Lethys dares not imagine.

He is relieved when Monzun retreats. Their boiling temper sets him on edge, even if they're far from his Temple and his people.

"Eden is your playground," he confirms, reluctantly following a lagging distance behind. Whether it is his attempts at mollifying them, or not, Monzun's roiling temper seems to be simmering a little lower. "You may fear no other god now. Not I. Not Nemesis. None will challenge you."

If they do bring their anger further into his territory, Lethys is not certain what he'll do about it. Discreetly (or not so much) he traces and readies a Spiritual Shield.

Across the plains, Laetes plucks a horse from the grass and examines it, then turns to stare expectantly at Sweetheart.

He thinks for a moment. Then he hurls the panicking horse through the air towards the Leopard. Catch.