"Mithras, 1. Akamana, 0." As Akamana's blood dripped and Mithras' words resounded, from the Elektra women to the 300 Zealots, all held their breath—still failing to come to terms…with the facts staring them in the eyes.
The Grand Priestess had been wounded. And so badly at that. When was the last time such a thing had occurred? They couldn't remember. Silence settled in, but as all expected Akamana to explode in rage, the Grand Priestess clapped, healing her injuries with a mantra.
"Ruthless. Cutie pie, don't you know a woman would give up her life for her figure? There is really no gentleness in you…for me," Akamana said in a low and sorrowful voice, her tone throwing Mithras into confusion.
"Akamana, are you insane? You're controlling my sister's mind, and you want me to what? Show you gentleness?" Mithras couldn't believe it. But as the Human Aphrodisiac became convinced that he'd seen and heard it all…
