[center][i]"You....!"[/i]

Within miliseconds, both Brontes and Amare were on their feet, against the intruding, sword-bearing, unknown God. His young friend showed a completely new side of his by sending him flying towards a wall and using humans as shields for their escape.

Brontes on the other hand wouldn't be so forgiving towards this godling, the days they hunted him like an animal hadn't been forgotten nor forgiven and he would definitely have his vengeance in the coming days. After all, he didn't exactly make his presence known without an ulterior motive.

"Try your best, pup, the Underworld hasn't seen an immortal prisoner in a thousand years!" he yelled as he moved towards his opponent who was now surrounded by four humans.

Amare instantly grabbed Brontes arm, looking at him with a completely sense of seriousness and authority. One that the other God hadn't seen before. "Brontes, now is not the time. We need to go, [i]now.[/i]"

"I-" Brontes began but the look on Amare's face completely erased his anger.

"No, I don't want to hear it. You said you wanted to make amends, right? Well murder isn't exactly going to help. So, we need to leave." 

"As you wish. For now." Brontes replied, recultantly agreeing with the younger God.

With that, Amare declares loudly "By the time all the Gods leave, you will all forget this ever happened!" No sooner does Amare say that, does he swiftly pull Brontes away, and through the back door. The two Gods heading into the crowd of the streets and blending in, as though they had never even been to the coffee shop to begin with.[/center]