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[b][color=DarkOrange]Amaterasu: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=DarkOrange]////////////[/color]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (12/80)
[b][color=DarkOrange]Location:[/color][/b] Dead Zone Hinterlands - Curien Mansion
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The shining goddess Amaterasu padded through the halls and up the stairs of the dull and dim maze-like mansion, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at the pocket stuffed form of Harry, a handful of treasure held in her mouth (she, again, could not be bothered with the confusion just stashing it would involve).

Rather than checking he was still there however, she was mainly doing so out of annoyance at every new loud sound or off tune hum that he came up with, all of which made it very clear that he was there, to her and to everything else. 

If she was being fair, the fact that there were untouchable hostile creatures in this place wasn't exactly something she was happy with either, but still, it had proven to be a nuisance rather than anything else, so what was there really to worry about? 

Well, as it turned out, there were a few more physical dangers at hand. For one Harry had a kindred spirit in the form of a big bug that wanted his treasure, and looked entirely willing to menace him for it. She fixed it with a disapproving stare, but otherwise was content to watch and wait to see if it would just accept the bribe and move on with its life. It was a natural living creature after all, and she had little interest in slaughtering those simply for the crime of being a bit pushy.

Natural was not a word to describe the strange little creatures that then came spilling out of the door she’d intended to go through, ones which came right at them with their pickaxes. Even still, they were alive, and so she initially hunched down and growled at them aggressively rather than go in for the kill. They clearly did not know who or what they were dealing with and so she magnanimously offered them a single chance to correct their current foolish mistake of trying to attack a being such as herself.

Then Harry hurled himself into the fray and well, she now had to protect his butt from being punctured by little pickaxes. Which was going to be a touch more difficult than it should be, given the narrow confines of the corridor, and the large size of her divine weaponry. She hardly wanted to cleave the man in two accidentally after all.

As such, she had to fight with more precision, which was a touch annoying. Still, if there was one upside to the current situation, it was that the effectiveness of the man’s simple club proved that she wouldn’t need to exert much effort to take these things down.

She darted after Harry, and then rather than engage the gnomes directly, she slipped around behind the man and then leapt up over the top of the little things trying to kill him, sailing overhead and out of reach of either of their swings. Then she unfurled her canvas, pausing the world as she looked down at it from on high (as in about a meter off the ground) and began painting her will onto it.

With three masterful strokes three straight lines were drawn through the gnomish horde, the divine being playing a lethal game of join the dots as these lines were painted such they would sliced through the maximum number of gnomes that those three lines could manage. Then time was allowed to resume, and she landed behind them, her paws making hardly a sound as they touched the ground.

A moment after she did, the cut gnomes’ two halves would fall apart and smash against the floor while she spared them not even a glance as they perished. She did look back after, however, either too implicitly say ‘are you coming?’ to Harry if they were all dealt with, or so that she could deliver a few rear leg kicks to the backs of any gnomish heads that were still intact.