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[fourfoldroots]

[So here. Have a poor, battered, and dirt covered goddess hobbling her way home, clutching at her ribs. This is the first time she's ever been injured more than just a punch to the face (but it includes one too! Bonus!) and she is not happy and the amount of pain that comes with each breath sucks. SUCKS

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[fourfoldroots]

((I'm going to say this is after the previous thread when she's been fixed up a bit, if that's cool with you? :o))

[She's looking a little better than earlier, but is still pale and hobbling and clutching her chest from phantom pains because that shit hurt, godsdammit.]

Shut up before I make you.

[fourfoldroots]

You try going from being indestructable to being frail and feeble and then we shall talk. Until then, shut. Up.

[fourfoldroots]

[Snerks and gingerly sits down on the stoop.]

Are you not mortal?

[fourfoldroots]

No, not all, but they all have their weaknesses. I am a god and as such, do not.

[fourfoldroots]

[That would probably be the fastest way to make her cry right now.]

Yes, but I will not be for much longer.

[fourfoldroots]

[eye roll goes here]

I am very sure.

[fourfoldroots]

I will not smite, I will not smite, I will not smite...

Oh, why not?

[This will probably land her back in the hospital again, but... she swings a hard punch at Azula, fed up with these mortal shenanigans.]

[fourfoldroots]

[Azula may as well just do Persephone a favour and kill her now -- she's not sure which hurts more: her arm or pride.

...

Arm wins.

As the limb snaps with a sickening crunch, the goddess doubles over with a scream, sobbing.]