Oh, no.

Ohhh, no.

Scythe had gone too far this time. Way too far. She knew that Windforce was Ban Hammer’s own damn mother, & now she had enraged that very same maternal force she knew to be wary of from the start!

She didn’t even remember exactly how she did it. All she remembered was camping out on the top of a building, surveying the scene below her with her gun in hand. Totally normal routine for her, right? Well, while she was up there, she managed to spot Ban Hammer so very down below—& had opened fire on him!

This was totally normal behaviour for them, right? Ban Hammer & Scythe were known for their constant bantering & arguing. They didn’t have the best of relationships, yet it had never gotten to the point where one was actively trying to harm the other intentionally.

How the hell was Scythe supposed to know that Ban Hammer was totally vulnerable just then?!

Okay. Well, now Scythe was on the run.

She couldn’t go to her beloved Church of the TRUE-EYE. That was where Windforce would go first, if the deity hadn’t already sought out her precise position whilst she was actively on the run.

Which was… more than likely.

Scythe knew Windforce would be on her tail by now. She knew, best of all people, oddly enough, that Windforce was especially protective of her only child—the one thing Windforce was any good at actually protecting. She knew that the deity would go to any which lengths to protect her offspring.

She was deep in Lost Temple territory. For a native to the Church, even she was beginning to find the temperature & climate overwhelming. She panted, & eventually managed to find recluse in a little sandy cavern on the bottom of a dune.

She ducked inside immediately. Didn’t take any chances whatsoever when it came to Windforce… no matter how much she wanted to face the deity one-on-one for once.