"You speak as if you've already won. You haven't." He sneered back at them, kicking a side table out at Ninurta as a distraction before he moved with such speed and grace.

Anat was too busy, distracted by her sister as the vase came at her. She was even, in truth, almost childish in her annoyance as she swept the object away. But it had been enough, enough that Heru's blades crossed over her flesh as he appeared behind her and held her for a moment against his body.

"But you forget, Kitten. I am vengeance." He said, before releasing the goddess to let her fall. She laid at his feet, dying though not yet dead- there as still time to save her, as there always was with their kind.

"I think...it might be a bit unfair for you, now." He said, looking from Astarte to her father. Ninurta face screwed up in anger as he hurled the mace, Heru deftly avoiding it.

"I will rend your limbs from your corpse! I will send them to your Ra and mother as you slowly die the death of a thousand men!"