The fight erupted without warning, and reality immediately started filing insurance claims.
Judgment cracked her knuckles with the casual confidence of someone who'd been looking forward to this exact moment for like, ten thousand years. "I don't need magic to beat a house feline."
The words hit Erebus like a cosmic bitch-slap. Something deep in her primordial DNA started screaming that this winged bitch was the reason she'd spent lifetimes feeling like half her soul was missing.
She didn't know why she wanted to claw Judgment's perfect face off—the knowledge lived somewhere in the spaces between her memories—but the hatred was bone-deep, soul-deep, older than whatever asshole first decided stars should twinkle.
"HOUSE FELINE?!" Erebus roared, and the sound tore holes in three adjacent dimensions. "Oh, you prissy bird bitch, it's ON."