Hermes' fight, flight, freeze or fawn instinct flared up again. This time, his body immediately responded with 'fight'.
He summoned ice daggers and went straight for Eirwyn's eyes.
But the golden clock appeared again, and the ice daggers rewinded back into its sender. Hermes dodged in time and only got his shoulder sliced.
Shhhk!
Hermes growled, some of his ice spikes appearing on his right arm and his left arm turning into volcanic rock and lava.
"Ah, no need to get so fired up." Eirwyn chuckled. "You were the one who attacked first. So it's only fair for me to try and… cool down the situation."
"Not funny." Hermes spat, unamused.
Eirwyn frowned. "I don't know why you're acting so hostile all of a sudden. I remember you saying that I am the one who you feel safe with the most. Perhaps you forgot. Memory is such a fragile thing."
Hermes couldn't resist the urge. He swung his arm wide to punch him, but then—
"Bad boy."
