[b]Dyssia![/b]

All that violence, all that awesome cosmic might, all the violence of war and divinity - somehow amidst all of that you have made a moment of silence. And in that moment, in the warping violet of a microsingularity's event horizon, where time itself distorts, you see Zeus.

Her violet hair falls down across the trace of her tattered white coat. She hugs her blue jeans to her chest with burned and bruised fingers. She looks across at you and, with the gradual smile of someone remembering long forgotten words, says: "If you run fast enough, you [i]can [/i]escape your problems."

The arrow of bone kisses the back of your neck. She leans in, extends a finger, and gently pushes it aside.

Detonation. Time rushes back in. You're sent sprawling, the wreckage of a broken microsingularity spewing out cosmic fire like a malfunctioning firework. You look up - a militarized block of yellow and black engineering Knights are charging a Ceronian formation. One is swinging a roll of barbed wire like a club, another is dual wielding mine dispensers like pistols, another is - no time to consider, a rush of assault transports roar over the treeline, wolves clinging to every available surface with hooks and monoclaws, scorching in for a bull rush of the mighty machines. But then -

Immediate problem. The way ahead, the way those engineering Knights came from - that's terrain that's been Engineered. A full, nightmarish no-mans land of apex deathtraps, antigraviton pyres, and monofractal wire sculptures. 

But you reckon you've got about ten minutes head start before the collapsing castle of the dead god roars over the hill and puts you back into arrow range.

(Ten fingers. Three phalanges per finger.)