[color=a2d39c][center][h3]Shamash[/h3][/center]

"Those who trawl on the land, crushing temples they brand as pagan and killing the garrisons of those who should otherwise be neutral, is something that has been Convicted. The return of your kind as a result has been judged white. Which is to say..."[/color]

Shamash let out a soft exhale as he looked in the direction of Sekhmet. [color=a2d39c]"Just like that Black One of another land, who drank of Raktabija."[/color] He murmured to himself. Her nature was something that could be thought of as transcendentally terrifying. Even gods, were they unable to see the six sides of a die in simultaneity, would agree with that notion. Still...she was not of the make that ought to be Convicted. 

As a result, other methods were necessary to calm the God down. Were she to go to the natural terminus of her actions, Conviction would be necessary, and Shamash wished to avoid that. 

From outside the bounds of the mad wind and flame that aimed to consume all, something appeared to oppose it. Eleventh of the Thirteen Winds, Frost. To use it in its full might would harm more than hurt, with the area simply becoming an area simultaneously frozen by the wind and made ashen by the flame, but even in the weakened state that it blew in, it would be enough to mitigate and delay the scorching flame of Sekhmet's fire.

This, however, was merely a shoddy treatment of a symptom. To even call it "effective" was an overstatement; it was simply a bandage tied over an amputated limb, a piece of paper used as a dam. What was important, then, was to stop the disease itself while the dam held fast for an instant. 

[color=a2d39c]"Calm yourself, Eye of Ra. Indiscriminate killing will result in Conviction, should it go too far."[/color]

From Shamash's body, light appeared, bending from the outward face it should have adopted under reality to orient itself towards Sekhmet. It was not to destroy; after all, in terms of destructive ability, Shamash was nothing noteworthy, let along when compared to beings such as Sekhmet. In the first place, he was not one whose role was combat.

Rather, this was to purify. Sekhmet's bloodlust was something that had historically only been sated by more blood, but culling away the bloodlust entirely wasn't needed. Rather, it would be better if some was retained for the time being. 

With the light of the "Sun that purifies" aiming to corrode at that mindless bloodlust and return it into a bloodlust with reason, one oriented at those who deserved such, the god of the Fertile Crescent spoke.

[color=a2d39c]"I and my others have spoken on the current state of affairs. We wish to help you take your land back, as we are staged to begin doing the same."[/color]

The trace of a smile showing on a youthful face, the proposition was made.

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