"What do you want?" Christ said with trembling lips. Hermes did not answer, his feet continued to move towards Christ who was already pressed against the bar table. His face was getting paler, his heartbeat sounded irregular, there was no other way to escape. He turned his head, "damn, there's no other way!" Christ whispered nervously. His face was very pale in the face of a terrible creature like his father's words.
Christ's hands fumbled, he looked for something on the bartender's table. All he could find was an empty beer bottle on the table, and it would never do anything to stun Hermes who was in the shape of a monster. A form that was five times bigger and horrifying than his fight with Matheus on the bridge.
Nothing else, only the bottle was the only thing that might save him or give him a chance to escape from this terrible monster. Christ gripped the mouth of the bottle, then-
Prabang.
