"Who goes there?!"
A blonde man covered in heavy armor shouted. He was Paul Ashburn, 6th among the 12 Gods, and titled the Shield God.
When he turned around and saw the strange man who stood at his back, his aura flared. "Hmph! You must be the beast releasing that fowl aura! I shall defeat you today! For humanity!"
Paul held his shield in front of his body and charged at the strange man. His earthy golden mana raged around his shield as he did so.
Looking at the man currently attacking him, Damien rolled his eyes. When Paul approached close enough…
Pah!
A crisp slap across his face left him barreling into the desert below, his life or death unknown.
Damien sighed. To deal with these brats, a single slap would be enough. But he knew how earthlings worked. They wouldn't be able to accept their defeat if he didn't take the "bigger is better" approach.
