I'm grateful that Philippus didn't hit the arena floor and turn into a deconstructed sculpture. Hopefully, Philippus' safety will inspire leniency in Atum.
A low, bone-chilling roar from Atum squashes that idea on the spot. [You're dead! Both of you.] Panting, fur puffing out aggressively, he bares his teeth and prepares to strike.
Of course, this is just playacting. He has to make it look real. And he's doing a bang-up job.
Lobo snarls, all teeth and claws. [What's the matter? Lost your weapon? You mean the king of beasts can't take us on by himself?]
Playacting. Posturing. Talking smack to conceal the thrown match. Philippus and Atum already agreed to take a powder.
Naturally, Kesi and Satemi are ingenuous in this regard. Kesi glares, her beautiful Egyptian-like profile strong and dignified. Satemi raises a fist, and with the other hand, directs energy at and through Atum.
