Deux. Another.
The God shook his head, lifting Zinnia up. This opening gave Zinny the opportunity to attack. As he grabbed the collar to the kimono, the female wrapped her fingers around his hand, flexing it backwards, until the man fell, Zinny following. "Well well~ We both landed strikes..you go first, M'dear." the man spoke with a bubbly tone. "What is your name" the opposite tone in Zinny's voice strangling his tone. The God of fighting winked. "Etsumi." he spoke. "Now my turn~ Will you be doing the fair exchange? You must be in the war that way" the God known as Waka chimed. Zinnia nodded her head slowly. "I'm bending the rules. Now let me go before I kill you" she hissed, running off, all the muddy brown blood trickling down her cuts like a hose. Before she could go, Waka pressed Zinny to him, rubbing his hand down her cheek, in a lustful way. The female scowled, raking her nails down his forehead. She ran off quickly, Waka letting her go.
Waka smiled, shaking his head. He'd taken too much energy from Zinny. She couldn't make it that far unless a shinigami was watching her carefully. She'd die quicker if she kept running, making Waka worried. He looked around, the sword becoming a flute, he positioned his fingers left in front, right behind the instrument, and played a small pattern. A small sparrow perched down on the limbs, and before anything a young maiden, sandy blonde hair, fairly tanned skinned and barefoot. She opened her eyes, pushing the sandy blonde hair from her face revealing beautiful blue eyes. "Yes, Waka?" the maiden asked. "You, being Goddess of healing, watch the demon named Zinnia." he said seriously, crossing his arms. The female nodded slowly, and left.
Waka smiled, shaking his head. He'd taken too much energy from Zinny. She couldn't make it that far unless a shinigami was watching her carefully. She'd die quicker if she kept running, making Waka worried. He looked around, the sword becoming a flute, he positioned his fingers left in front, right behind the instrument, and played a small pattern. A small sparrow perched down on the limbs, and before anything a young maiden, sandy blonde hair, fairly tanned skinned and barefoot. She opened her eyes, pushing the sandy blonde hair from her face revealing beautiful blue eyes. "Yes, Waka?" the maiden asked. "You, being Goddess of healing, watch the demon named Zinnia." he said seriously, crossing his arms. The female nodded slowly, and left.
