[Many times he has incurred the wrath of the Olympians. Over silly things, really, usually something along the lines of choosing one over the other, the choice in itself stopping him from going farther in his path. He had felt the pain of Artemis' arrows, the knock of Poseidon's tides against his chest, the heartache of Aphrodite's sorrow, and the serrated edge of Ares' blades on his skin.
This, this feels nothing like it, and Zag can't help but be slightly amazed even as he tries to hold on for as long as he can until he can't and he stumbles back with a groan and falls onto his back.] Ah! Blast!
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This, this feels nothing like it, and Zag can't help but be slightly amazed even as he tries to hold on for as long as he can until he can't and he stumbles back with a groan and falls onto his back.] Ah! Blast!