Fortunately, Serafina had been on guard when Sirona had sent a powerful gust of wind towards her. The goddess braced herself, and though she stumbled, she managed to maintain her footing and continued to advance towards Sirona. Serafina snarled and re-sheathed her blade, upping her speed as she neared her opponent. With a final snarl, the goddess’s clothing and equipment vanished, and her momentarily naked form morphed into that of a wolf. With an animalistic howl, she lunged toward Sirona in an attempt to catch her throat.

She knew she would not be able to inflict any pain upon her with the way she was armored, but she was making an attempt to knock her off balance. Sirona seemed to have seen it coming as whatever way she moved caused nothing more than Serafina to catch the side of her gauntlets, which she managed to knock loose with the use of her jaws and her large, canine paws. The moment she saw exposed flesh, she snapped her jaws towards it and managed to rip a large chunk from Sirona’s arm. With a snarl of victory, the wolf bounded backward, the chunk of flesh still dangling from her jaws.

Seconds later, the goddess phased back into her human form, her clothing and equipment materializing along with the change. Blood dripped from the chunk of flesh still dangling from her mouth, and she turned, fixing her eyes on Sirona as she gnawed on it. She reached up and grasped the chunk with one hand, withdrawing it from her mouth and licking at the blood on her lips. Her hellhounds growled behind her, and rather nonchalantly she tossed Sirona’s flesh to the invisible beasts. The largest of them grabbed hold and devoured it rather quickly.

”You taste so much… better than I remember,” she called to Sirona, smirking with a devilish look in her eyes. She was clearly alluding to the time she and Sirona had spent an evening together, thanks to the influence she had been able to exert over her. The disgust that had left in Sirona’s mind clearly fueled her hatred towards Serafina, but she was going to make the most of it. Serafina let out a haughty laugh as she watched Raith now advance, fireballs headed towards their opponent.

Unfortunately, Serafina had allowed herself to be distracted in her taunting of Sirona, and it seemed that Sirona had taken that opportunity to swing her mighty hammer at the Vaewolf goddess. The hammer caught Serafina in the chest, and she felt the very breath being knocked from her lungs. It was certainly a painful sensation she had never felt before, and she felt her feet leave the ground as her body flew backwards from the blow. Had she been mortal, the blow would have killed her instantly, but instead as she landed upon the ground with a loud thud, dirt and rock flying up from either side of her, she just felt an immeasurable amount of pain, and found herself unable to get up immediately, wondering what Sirona would do with this advantage over her.

Sirona did consider Raith to be the larger threat, but she wasn’t about to discount how potential ruthless Serafina would be in a fight. Sirona’s attack with the wind to knock Serafina’s off balance had failed, only to have Serafina shifted into a wolf in the last moment. Not expecting such an action put Sirona off just a bit as she adjusted her strategy accordingly. Sirona managed to get out of Serafina’s main attack, but she felt her gauntlet be ripped off a moment later. For a mere moment Sirona didn’t that would be a problem until Raith’s fire started to strike against her armour and forced her a step back. The fire singed the armour and Sirona could feel the heat through and she started to sweat more than she had before.

Going by instinct Sirona took a guess at what was coming next from Raith and just managed to catch his strike against her armoured arm. At that moment Sirona screamed as Serafina found that exposed flesh and tore away the hunk of blood flesh from Sirona’s left forearm, forcing Sirona to drop her sword. Sirona’s eyes flared bright as she used another blast of concussive force to shove Raith away from her before turning to face the gloating Serafina.

Sirona flung herself forward with a flap of her wings and swung her hammer, and she was rewarded with a solid strike against Serafina’s chest. That sent Serafina sprawling away and Sirona after her a heartbeat later. Before the Reaper could stand Lady Glory grabbed her by the throat after dropping her hammer. With blazing hatred in her eyes and without a word Sirona picked up Serafina a foot off the ground before driving her back into the stone again, then again, and again. After the third slam Sirona screamed as she twisted around and by the throat flung Serafina away and off the mountain with as much force as she could.

It seemed Raith had been a little to late if he was trying to save Serafina as she was away a fraction before his strike landed. Sirona buckled and recoiled back from the Blind God as he drove a fist into her chest. Even through her armour Sirona could feel ribs breaking from the strike and she was forced back a few steps and teleported a few extra yards away to make space as she caught her breath.

In pain, but knowing she was at no risk of death, Sirona, no unarmed, stood back up right, her breathing having become raspy, seemed she might have had a lung puncture to. Done with being subtle Sirona opened her wings and dashed forward again, intent on meeting Raith head and end this fight quickly.

He could smell the superheated metal and it made him smile, exposing his elongated canines as he swung his fist at the Goddess - he felt the metal of her armour connect with his knuckles and gritted his teeth together against the pain that shot through his arm, the force of his punch reverberating back into his shoulder - but all of that paled away, all that pain only fuelling the ever-growing anger, however the sheer pleasure he felt at knowing Serafina had injured Sirona (the smell of her blood was almost overwhelming and only helped stoke his bloodlust) was delicious… 

Raith could not defend himself from the blast Sirona threw at him, spinning away and struggling to breathe as her spell flung him away down the mountainside - it was thanks to Indra and Shachi mobilising swiftly that he was saved from rolling too far from the fight. Gasping for air Raith coughed, spitting blood to one side as he fought to get oxygen into his lungs. She had broken his ribs and Raith had a feeling that at least one lung was punctured given the wheezing and the bloody bubbles now frothing at his mouth. One trembling hand pulled his dagger from its sheath, slashing across his left palm. He stumbled to his feet as one of the Anointed ran to kill him - Raith smiled as he caught the man's arm and stabbed him in the side, pulling the dagger away and putting his cut to the man's wound. He could not speak the words aloud but called upon the talent he'd inherited from his mother's side - drawing the man's life force from him to heal his own wounds, he would ache and he would still have healing to do but he would not be out of this fight. 

Sucking in a lungful of air Raith snarled, casting aside the limp form of the Anointed and throwing himself back into the fray his wrath renewed, body engulfed by his own flames. He could smell Serafina's blood and heard her cry out as Sirona cast her aside off the mountain itself. Roaring angrily the God drove his fist into the Goddess' chest, feeling her bones break beneath his blow. "Come Sirona! Let's see if you're strong enough to send me to the Goddess of Death today!" He laughed, egging her on as he slammed his fists together and ran to meet her - she would regret pissing him off. 

The Anointed had chosen the wrong bar to try and shut down when they had arrived on Kebeche's doorstep - when they had come and attempted to evict him and his patrons they had been met by resistance… the problem with walking up on Kebeche's establishment in force with the intention of telling them what to do was that Kebeche's place was a haven for Assassins… and they were unhappy about being told they would not be allowed to continue their business? Nuh-uh, not today, not a chance my friends! Sirona's representatives were driven out on their backsides, but not before they had done some serious damage. 

As soon as Kebeche was satisfied that his own Tavern was safe he had donned his armour (something he had never expected to be doing ever again considering the last time he had worn it), grabbed his halberd and war hammer and had bolted from his establishment - straight to Serafina's. What he was met with had caused a tide of fear and anger that Anpu had not expected, he had asked after the Goddess, been told where she had gone and immediately followed after her, he had promised her his blades and now it was time to come good on that promise. 

It seemed that he had arrived just in time, he had caught Serafina's scent and followed it up the mountain, his sharp eyes fixed upon his Goddess at the summit fighting against Sirona. He could smell blood and charred flesh but nothing mattered to him, other than Sera. "No!" He roared as he saw the two Goddesses tussle, Sirona flinging Serafina away from herself. Long legs carried him the remaining distance in ease as he sprinted up, launching himself into the air and catching Serafina in his arms, her body clanging against the metal armour he wore. He held her tight against his body as he twisted, rolling back to the safety of the ground and landing with as much grace as he could manage - back claws digging into the ground to halt their fall. "Sera? Are you alright?" He asked her swiftly, one hand cradling her head as he looked at her, concern written across his jackals features.