I hate getting struck by lightning.
In my entire life, I'm fortunate enough to say I've only been struck by lightning twice.
Thankfully, the day I fought against the God Who Eats Is was not one of those days.
The multi-armed deity raised his vajra and took aim.
My right arm was missing. In its place was an artificial limb conjured from ice. Another arm of ice was attached to my back, accompanying a third made from stone.
In total, I now had four hands.
…Which was still two fewer than the God I was facing.
But oh well, we can't get everything we want in life, can we?
It wasn't even a matter of being unable to create more limbs. I simply didn't have the mental capacity to actively control all of them in a fight.
My right ice arm was already nocking a fire arrow, while the stone arm on my back gripped a flame lash. With my real hand of flesh and bone, I gripped my blazing axe.
Yeah, I was looking like something of a deity myself.
Grr–thooom—!
