"Oh, this is fun," she said, reaching into the blood-tsunami and pulling out Amphitrite, Goddess of the Seas and Poseidon's wife, who had come to help. "Look what I found! Your wife, covered in the blood of children you drowned for sport."
She tossed Amphitrite at Poseidon like she was playing cosmic catch. The two gods collided in mid-air, both choking on the blood of their own victims.
Ares charged with his divine blade raised, screaming a war cry that could shatter mountains. Eris didn't even look at him—she was too busy painting her nails with what looked like liquified chaos.
"Ares, sweetie," she said without glancing up, "who are you fighting?"
The God of War stopped mid-charge, confusion flickering across his features.
"Poseidon," he said confidently. "No wait—Zeus. Hephaestus you son of a bitch you insulted my mother. Or was it Apollo? Wait, where's Apollo?"
