[b]O'Menus[/b]

[indent][indent]Disgust resonated deeply inside of O'Menus. Throughout the Horned-Mortal's declaration and fearful barking, he was twisting the white blade in hand. The reflection of his scowl a very unwelcomed reminder of the new emotions and realizations blooming inside. He had finally grasped, fully understood, how low he had fallen. That blow should had cleaved head from body, no matter the defenses the human could muster. But it had not. It had simply sent the man rag-dolling. [i]'Rag-dolling?!'[/i] he thought in cold disbelief. [i]'This world's logic is twisted beyond correction. My next blow will kill him.'[/i]

The Horned-Mortal's crimson blade brought O'Menus's sharp gaze to focus. It was a banner of sorts, bringing the remaining soldiers to him, tightening their ranks and boosting their motley morale. Faced with several of those tubular weapons refreshed the image of the sword's original wielder to mind. He raised his blazing shield to cover his body and with the crackling of what sounded like peaking lightning strikes, O'Menus rushed back into the fray. 

Pointed, keen noises pelted off his shield, giving him a flawed idea of what those strange sticks were for. [i]'Advanced bows of some sort,'[/i] he thought, shifting his attention to the larger ones. [i]'Same shape, more powerful.'[/i]

He picked up speed to throw off the initial aim of the large-tube wielding mortals. The explosions behind him did little to deter the God of Fire and Heat; those kind of reactions came with his existence. Paying little mind to the soldiers surrounding the Horned-Mortal, except for the ones immediately standing between himself and his prey, whom were quickly dispatched, O'Menus flourished the white blade in his hand, aiming to separate blade-arm from man, and pulled his white sword back for a divine thrust. 

The shattering of the man's construct earlier had proven his strength greater, the Horned-Mortal's near too-late reaction proved his speed. [i]'Aim for the heart',[/i] he growled, gathering strength beyond his ordinary efforts. [i]'Even if he guards with that detestable mortal-construct, the blade[/i] will [i]meet it's target!'[/i][/indent][/indent]