"And you'd better not kill any of them" Zakiyah added as an afterthought. "Validor meant what he said- and he'll take away your Gift if you piss him off...""Don't threaten me you little strumpet!" warned War Scribe with an angry sneer, "While I may not be able to kill you or anyone else, the Big V said nothing about me kicking your sorry tail whenever I'm in the mood!"
Grabbing Zak by her sari and yanking the Lorekeeper over to her, the Dark Elf Chronicler drew back a fist and added, "And frankly, I'm in the mood right now! Let's dance, whore!"
"Do I have to separate you two....?" Death was watching them a short distance away. "Geez. Well, you wouldn't be nemeses if you GOT ALONG, now, would you? I've just never heard of a god making two of them work together. Val's a great deity, don't get me wrong, but I sometimes wonder if he's a little TOO neutral...you know what they say about folks who live in ivory towers, after all. Ah, well, come along..."
They didn't see how she managed it, but somehow she was with both of them, and they were walking separate paths, and, dreamlike, it all seemed to make sense.
"See you soon, Dear Sister," Zakiyah waved sweetly, determined that she would gross out the girl with saccharine lovingkindness every time they met.
War Scribe's only response to Zak's farewell was a very slow and delibetate slashing motion that she made with her thumb across her throat as she gritted her teeth viciously!
