“Fuck wolf face,” Max snarled. “They want a trade? Shit,” He stomped alongside Semyon and eyed the guy as if he would know what he was going on about, “We’ll ante up and call them out. Death Shit and Wolf Fuck can screw each other forever in this hell hole swamp. There’s the trade.”
“You hear that!” Max turned as he walked and spread his arms out calling to whatever had crept inside him. “Now that’s trading up.” Seymon was handling the little shits just fine and Max was just yelling offering a swing once and awhile, “We bring you some mighty dog faced god who could just lick the shit right out of you. Yea, right into your house, your place. Can you handle that? I don’t think so. But hey, give it a shot. I’ll even help ya out.” He paused and looked to Daisy almost adding like he did last time. Except he didn’t really. Still. It wasn’t like he wanted to be on either of these sides. Just that sometimes its easy to sneak out when the big boys play.
So come on puppy. Come on death breath. Let’s rumble.
He moved quickly toward Daisy making sure whatever comes answering his call didn’t separate him from her. He was sure Semyon knew to do the same. And who was late to this party? You to hot chick. Just that Max was not real certain they were not going anywhere but down. The chill wanted Reaper Girl, but hey why take a chick when you could have a god?
The howl came with such a force all the water around his legs vibrated. Waves splashed up his thighs and the creepy things slunk off. If Max was right the temperature got warmer too. He could feel jaws snap as if they were all around them. It was sounded like the door, the gate was shutting. There in front of them were huge obsidian pearls. Black eyes in the black.
If this was it, Max was going to make it count.
Instead of beating off the slimy things that tried to tug his legs He graded hold of one slippy beast and swung it right toward those stone casting eyes. Then he reached quick to find another.
“Eat up fido. We got lots.” He screamed above the roar of Fenris. “We’re gonna feed him all your playthings death swamp.” Max yelled over his shoulder toward where he hoped something from this death trap, something that was after Daisy and something she fears, would hurry up and get into this. He tossed a few from under the water over them all towards the dark form that was fast becoming something more real.
If his entrance and freedom exploded in green flashes of power, in quakes of the ground at his feet, in flashes of lightening rippling from his back, in the world of the living, here in death Fenris detonated the misty blackness with waves of greenish gray that crackled in snaps of irritated fury. He howled more than roar but it did not seem like pain to Max. It was more in line with desperate anger. Max knew that sound. Fenris wailed in disbelief until he somehow took in the taunts and calls Max had places. Or so Max believed. Wanted to believe.
“Look at your new world to conquer, Fenris. Suck up the swamp, monster mutt.”
Max felt something whip across his legs and knock him right into the water. It was cold and familiar. It was there. But this time it was not only inside him. It was all around. Max took a deep breath and whispered, “Let’s make a trade.”
He turned in the muck and wrapped his arms around nothing but freezing cold swamp. He took hold of the chill and breathed it in, sucked it inside. Taking all he could. This time he didn’t fight it. This time he understood.
Before he lost all of Max he called, “Daisy. Daisy.” With a deeper chill than Max ever had, the words left him in some silent way more than the yells he just shouted. He aimed them to Daisy. “Go through the gate.”
With the cold taking over, the deep freeze surging through his body again even more so than the last time, Max flew from the swamp right toward those back eyes of Fenris. It was his trade. Let the death force use him and let the others go. Run pink girl scout. Take your friends and cookies and run.