Ronin hissed in displeasure and threw out her arms, decimating every target at once.
"Calm yourself, hjarta minn." Loki tried to sooth his daughter.
"I will not." Ronin growled. "That upstart of a war god who thinks he rules Olympus is calling, didn't you hear, faðir? I can't stand him sometimes."
"Nonetheless, I suppose we should see what he wants." Loki shrugged and took another form, shifting into a crow to make his way there faster. Ronin, on the other hand, shrank down into her sacred animal, the red fox. Both gods raced towards Cynbel, making it a race.
Loki beat Ronin by a small amount of time, mainly because the goddess had to make her way around godly legs somewhat often. Both tricksters returned to normal form at the same time, Loki with his trademark smirk, Ronin summoning her naginata. "We're here, oh most powerful god of war." She drawled sweetly. "May I ask who made you king, and why my faðir and I were not invited to the coronation?"
Alexander arrived just in time to hear Ronin's words. "I hardly think this is the time for such petty concerns." He shot a disapproving look at the goddess.
"Oh, I think it is." Ronin replied. "He threatened to charge gods with treason if they were late. Is that not something only a ruler has the power to do?" She adopted an innocent expression. "I only want to be sure that our glorious warlord isn't... overstepping his boundaries. After all, the chain of command is a very important thing."
"There is a battle approaching. We can clear this up after the monster is dead." Alexander snapped. He knew Ronin had a point, but he didn't understand why she chose now, of all times, to bring it up.
Ronin huffed and rolled her eyes. "As you wish, oh great son of the sky god."
