"Powerful, but a fool," Enki stepped back and raised his spear-point, sniffing the pale sheen of blood on the blade. The winged lion shape was gone from him, though his eyes remained yellow and his movement still had the snapping impatience of a hunting cat. "It bragged and postured rather than keep an advantage. It's master may be cleverer, but it entrusts it's work to imbeciles. Can one of you track the scent of blood?"