"First of all, this is me and Bliz's tribes, not yours, go bother someone else, Cirsus. Second, we don't need anyone's help, I'm the god of loyalty and pride, and Bliz is the god of chaos and the sun, if any two gods can stand on their own four paws, its us. Now get your smug, level headed self out of here before I rip you to shreds" Moht hissed, Bliz stood a bit shell shocked that any god would defend him, before remembering that he was like a son to the large molly, she gently reached down and patted him on the head, then shot a glare at Cirsus, who then ran off, either not interested in fighting Moht, or not interested in fighting two of the strongest gods and possibly their tribes. "Well, that was a close one, anyway, lets get your tribe out of mine, why don't we? I'd hate to see Blizzard and Storm's tribes winning the war" Moht offered, pushing Bliz up, she didn't seem to wait for an answer, she just pushed him up and forced him in the direction of The PrideSeekers camp. Bliz was left uncertain whether to feel fearful, or be filled with the rage of a thousand suns...
