"Then how do we resolve the issue between Drakonix and Grey?" the demon god asked, a grin on his face, clearly enjoying the confrontation.
"It's simple," Grey said, unsheathing his sword. "I kill him," he added as though it were the most obvious solution. His sword drawn completely, he stared at Greg like he was an ant meant to be crushed.
"Hey! Do just that and I will rip your throat apart," Leviathan warned coldly, but Grey cared little about her outbursts.
"I side with him. A Supreme should not be looked down on by a mere human," the werewolf offered his opinion as well.
"Kill? That's out of the question — unless you're ready to fight me. I don't mind tearing you apart for starters," Jane sneered.
"I abstain and won't be picking a side," the dwarf god said, with the World Tree siding with him.
"He will be killed for disrespecting a celestial," the celestial king declared — his words more a command than a suggestion.
