Jacinda watched the Inquisitor in the rear view as Ten spoke, letting it take away some of her stress. Always cut to the heart of things, the girl did. She struggled to get her thoughts out in English. But what she said was pretty much always spot on.
And she was right. The gods were here. And they needed to be united. But Regus was gone. When she worked in America, they didn't need much direction. They pretty much worked independently, only occasionally forming a larger hunting party for larger packs. Any gods they took out were usually untrained and weak.
That time had passed. Apollyon was here, as were others like Nox. All strong and well practiced. There had been two Archangels, two Atharim, and the squints and they had still failed against Nox. She was reminded of how hunts of large prey were done in cave man times or whatever you called it. Going up against a Mastadon or something like required coordinated attacks. And those creatures couldn't reach out and magically kill you from a distance, either.
She felt Ten's reassuring hand on her knee and smiled appreciatively. She took her hand with a soft squeeze. They were both rough. The life of a hunter. It felt nice to have this kind of contact with someone she could trust. She leaned over and whispered, "I'll be ok. When we get home I have to talk to you." She didn't let go right away, but waited a few moments. It was nice to have a sister. Things were going to be tough. She was glad she was not alone.
And she was right. The gods were here. And they needed to be united. But Regus was gone. When she worked in America, they didn't need much direction. They pretty much worked independently, only occasionally forming a larger hunting party for larger packs. Any gods they took out were usually untrained and weak.
That time had passed. Apollyon was here, as were others like Nox. All strong and well practiced. There had been two Archangels, two Atharim, and the squints and they had still failed against Nox. She was reminded of how hunts of large prey were done in cave man times or whatever you called it. Going up against a Mastadon or something like required coordinated attacks. And those creatures couldn't reach out and magically kill you from a distance, either.
She felt Ten's reassuring hand on her knee and smiled appreciatively. She took her hand with a soft squeeze. They were both rough. The life of a hunter. It felt nice to have this kind of contact with someone she could trust. She leaned over and whispered, "I'll be ok. When we get home I have to talk to you." She didn't let go right away, but waited a few moments. It was nice to have a sister. Things were going to be tough. She was glad she was not alone.