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goddess of details, I wasn't
good with fast situations. I was more inclined to quietly note
every single leaf on a tree – I was less inclined to immediately
reach for the axe when said tree turned out to be an enchanted
demon.
I could feel the fact my hair had come
undone and was stuck to my face, a few strands spreading out in the
water below me. I could also feel the fact my glasses were
shattered. The broken glass and frames were sticking into my
flesh.
None of this was enough to kill or harm me.
What was enough, however, was the growing grip around my
middle.
The tentacle began to pull me backwards. I
could feel my hair drag through the cold water and stick to my face
and clothes.
I could feel the exact pressure being
exerted around my middle – the way it slammed up against my power
and forced it back.
I could smell the sharp scent of earth and
an acrid bitter aroma that sat above it. It smelt like burnt
bones.
The tentacle began to twist me around. The
increase in pressure around my middle stopped. It was still strong
enough to keep me in place, and to keep my meagre goddess powers in
check – but it wasn't about to kill me anymore.
As I twisted, I realized what the thing was
going to do. It was going to turn me around until I came
face-to-face with it. It was going to stare at me in an
I'm-going-to-eat-you-in-a-second way before promptly gobbling me
down.
Before it could go through with
its plans ,
something soared down from the access tunnel above. Several things
did.
They weren't things. They were gods.
One after one, five heavy-set gods plopped
down into the dank water of the tunnel. Though they had bypassed
the ladder and jumped the considerable height, they hardly hit the
tunnel floor with much force – not as much force as physics would
have liked, anyway.
As the tentacled-thing turned me, I caught a
glimpse of the god at the lead. I already knew who it was:
Thor.
The question was, was Thor in such a mood
that he would kill me first then the sea monster – or would he kill
the monster and leave me until last?
Before Thor had a chance to do any
posturing, the creature reared up – trying to show its impressive
height and girth in the confines of the tunnel. Though the tunnel
was large, the creature was massive, and I heard a squish as the
top of the thing smashed into the concrete above.
As the thing rose, it took me with it, and
soon my head pressed right up against the ceiling, my body still as
limp as a dead flower – but I had the pleasure of my face being
smooshed into dank concrete to go along with it.
“ Sea monster,” Thor roared
from somewhere below me, “Denizen of the deep.”
I wanted to scream at him to get the hell
on with it – but I couldn't make a sound with the grip around my
waist, and I still wasn't sure whether Thor would attack me first.
I hoped he wouldn't....
The sea creature wasn't all that enthused
by the prospect of listening to a Thor-rant either, and began to
move.
He was retreating – the blasted sea
monster was acquainted with odds, and didn't like the blond-bearded
ones that carried magical hammers.
The thing moved fast, astoundingly fast
considering how darn huge it was.
Thor shouted something suitably godly from
behind like, “Hey, wet-one, get back here!” but I could no longer
hear him. The sensation of being tightly gripped by an immortal
tentacle as the humongous owner of said tentacle launched itself
down a flood drain with all the speed of a bullet train, was too
distracting.
I wondered for a fleeting second where this
thing was taking me, whether it was going to find some nice
junction somewhere it could peacefully and quietly gobble me
down.
It didn't get the chance. From behind, I
heard a familiar whistle. I instinctively winced and tried to duck
– though I could hardly move.
I need not have worried. Thor's
hammer did come screaming out of the blackness, but it wasn't aimed
at my head. It sliced right through the tentacle that held
good with fast situations. I was more inclined to quietly note
every single leaf on a tree – I was less inclined to immediately
reach for the axe when said tree turned out to be an enchanted
demon.
I could feel the fact my hair had come
undone and was stuck to my face, a few strands spreading out in the
water below me. I could also feel the fact my glasses were
shattered. The broken glass and frames were sticking into my
flesh.
None of this was enough to kill or harm me.
What was enough, however, was the growing grip around my
middle.
The tentacle began to pull me backwards. I
could feel my hair drag through the cold water and stick to my face
and clothes.
I could feel the exact pressure being
exerted around my middle – the way it slammed up against my power
and forced it back.
I could smell the sharp scent of earth and
an acrid bitter aroma that sat above it. It smelt like burnt
bones.
The tentacle began to twist me around. The
increase in pressure around my middle stopped. It was still strong
enough to keep me in place, and to keep my meagre goddess powers in
check – but it wasn't about to kill me anymore.
As I twisted, I realized what the thing was
going to do. It was going to turn me around until I came
face-to-face with it. It was going to stare at me in an
I'm-going-to-eat-you-in-a-second way before promptly gobbling me
down.
Before it could go through with
its plans ,
something soared down from the access tunnel above. Several things
did.
They weren't things. They were gods.
One after one, five heavy-set gods plopped
down into the dank water of the tunnel. Though they had bypassed
the ladder and jumped the considerable height, they hardly hit the
tunnel floor with much force – not as much force as physics would
have liked, anyway.
As the tentacled-thing turned me, I caught a
glimpse of the god at the lead. I already knew who it was:
Thor.
The question was, was Thor in such a mood
that he would kill me first then the sea monster – or would he kill
the monster and leave me until last?
Before Thor had a chance to do any
posturing, the creature reared up – trying to show its impressive
height and girth in the confines of the tunnel. Though the tunnel
was large, the creature was massive, and I heard a squish as the
top of the thing smashed into the concrete above.
As the thing rose, it took me with it, and
soon my head pressed right up against the ceiling, my body still as
limp as a dead flower – but I had the pleasure of my face being
smooshed into dank concrete to go along with it.
“ Sea monster,” Thor roared
from somewhere below me, “Denizen of the deep.”
I wanted to scream at him to get the hell
on with it – but I couldn't make a sound with the grip around my
waist, and I still wasn't sure whether Thor would attack me first.
I hoped he wouldn't....
The sea creature wasn't all that enthused
by the prospect of listening to a Thor-rant either, and began to
move.
He was retreating – the blasted sea
monster was acquainted with odds, and didn't like the blond-bearded
ones that carried magical hammers.
The thing moved fast, astoundingly fast
considering how darn huge it was.
Thor shouted something suitably godly from
behind like, “Hey, wet-one, get back here!” but I could no longer
hear him. The sensation of being tightly gripped by an immortal
tentacle as the humongous owner of said tentacle launched itself
down a flood drain with all the speed of a bullet train, was too
distracting.
I wondered for a fleeting second where this
thing was taking me, whether it was going to find some nice
junction somewhere it could peacefully and quietly gobble me
down.
It didn't get the chance. From behind, I
heard a familiar whistle. I instinctively winced and tried to duck
– though I could hardly move.
I need not have worried. Thor's
hammer did come screaming out of the blackness, but it wasn't aimed
at my head. It sliced right through the tentacle that held
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