[iratze]
Iratze gasped as she was pushed away by Amos. Hard. It was the first time the god of war had turned against his messenger...
He was done with negotiations.
She stumbled back into the wall, and she let herself be flung away until she hit the wall of the house. She wanted to get out of his way then. She was
frightened, deeply frightened, as Amos transformed...
... Into the God of Hate.
Armarion tried to stand up to Amos, but Amos did not heed his brother.
Iratze winced. Her skin burned where Amos had touched her. She was particularly venerable to the children of the Sun and Moon. The Sun and Moon had designed her to bend to their will, and this part of her nature extended to their progeny. This, however, was the first time that one had actually turned against her.
She hastily covered her chest with her shirt, she did not want the others to see it. It would heal eventually, but much more slowly than a wound inflicted by a mortal or another god or creature.
She jumped to her feet, still holding her shirt to keep it from slipping down.
"W-What should we do?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Should I send for help?" Would the other gods try to stop him? Should she try to warn Brontes and Amare? Was Amos sincere in his rage? If he was, he would not need to go far in order to inflict his vengeance upon the humans... How could anyone stop the god of victory?