He hit her.
Faster than a lightning strike, pure rage coursed through my veins, tapping into my newly-improved Well to ignite into a pulsing aura around me.
He. Hit. Her!
Reason was leaving me. I could feel my teeth grinding, my lips pulled back into a monstrous snarl.
HE! HIT! HER!!!
Every muscle was tense; every fiber of me ready. Ready to kill.
HE HIT HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!
The joint chorus of the voice and my own howled like a blizzard in the mountains. I blinked, and suddenly I was right in front of them. Calliena's two shop-keeper friends still had restraining hands on her, though they seemed to have softened their grip in their own outrage over Jonathan's actions. Calliena was rigid, shock and fury making her face red and white. Jonathan seemed just as astonished over his own actions as well, his eyes wide and staring at the offending hand. Then he saw me, and every drop of blood left his face.
"What in the name of sea and storms do you think you're doing?!" I snarled in a thunderous voice. There was an echoing thunder overhead, which made some in the crowd flinch; it had been clear skies not moments ago.
"I--," Jonathan stammered hoarsely. I turned from him, shoving my gifts into Calliena's hands.
And then I whipped around and punched Jonathan as hard as I could in the face.
There was a noise like a whip crack. The mortal scum flew off his feet and back, tumbling head over heels through the air. He hit the ground and rolled over several times before coming to a rest on his back, his ankles behind his head. A pause; then, they slowly fell back, and he lay spread-eagle on the ground, motionless.
The crowd went quiet. I heard a few start to whisper, darting fearful glances between him and me, but I busied myself by turning back to Calliena.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly, my hands softly touching her face. My voice was strange. It was strained, urgent. Worried. She winced as my probing touch traced her cheek, which was already reddening. My stomach dumped more hot fury into my veins. I could feel the aura coming back, my Well feeding into my anger once more.
Kill him. I shouldn't.
It was as though my spirit lost control of my body. I felt numb, slippery. In a daze, I watched myself approach the mortal swine. Thunder slipped from his sheath with a deadly rasp. At that moment, Jonathan raised his head with a moan. His face was destroyed: the entire left side of his face was swollen and purple from my punch, his left eye blinded by the bloated flesh. Through his slightly parted lips, I could see I had knocked out at least three teeth, probably more, and the way his jaw was now shaped made no doubt that it was broken, maybe crushed. His one good eye lolled around, glazed, until it saw Thunder. Then, fear made it sharpen.
"Naw," he gurgled, his arms flailing behind him, trying to drag himself away. He shook his head rapidly, spit flying from his lips. "Pwus."
Skin him alive! She's just a mortal girl! She's not mine! I don't love her!!
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The War God's Wife
RomanceShe has no desire for marriage. Calliena has her hands full being the assistant in her father's clinic and keeping them afloat. Not that she hasn't had her fair share of suitors; she just never had any interest in boys looking for a pretty face or...
