It was as if the desert reacted to the name of the lewd god. The sun overhead flickered, only once but it was enough to be noticed.
Zaja tilted the blade, resting it casually on his shoulder. Blood trickled down his forearm, evaporating into smoke before it touched the sand.
"Relax," he said lightly. "I borrowed it… didn't steal it."
It was at this exact moment that helios moved with now warning or build up. The spear vanished and reappeared mid thrust and plasma screaming towards zaja's throat with absolute intent to erase, kill or decapitate.
Zaja barely had time to breathe. The violent sound of his steel meeting the plasma could be heard from thousands of miles in any direction of the desert.
