Hermes gasped, his golden eyes flashing with a fear that no god should feel. He tried to pull the warrior's arm from his neck, but Scathach's strength was like a relentless prison, an ancient shackle that crushed his divine arrogance. The golden light emanating from him writhed in desperate waves, as if trying to escape, but it was chained by the cruel grip of the ancient assassin.
"Let me go!" Hermes roared, his voice becoming higher pitched, almost a scream. "You don't understand who you're dealing with!"
But Scathach only tightened her grip, her eyes shining with a silent madness—one that only those who carry centuries of blood and betrayal can recognize. "Enough words," she whispered, her voice like the cold cut of a blade. "It is time to exterminate."
