【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(10)
George opened his mouth to protest. But a grudging sigh was all he that came out.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But when you’re picking splinters from your skin well into the next century, don’t blame me.”
So they began rocking. Back and forth and back again; the forest god pulled, the war god pushed, twin tides in an ocean of desperate self-preservation. The war god must have levelled cities, torn whole kingdoms apart with his bare hands. And now, here he was with George, made helpless by a pathetic trap a better god would have seen a mile away.
He should have just let George go back to sleep.
The branch above them groaned with their shifting weight.
“It’s working,” said the war god.
But even at the height of their swing, George was too far from safe ground.
“I’m not going to make it,” George said.
“Don’t worry,” said the war god. “I won’t let anything happen to—”
The rope snapped.
George felt it loosen around him as he flew through the air, untethered to anything or anyone. For a brief moment, the world became terribly slow, each second extending into infinity as George watch the war god make it to safety, boots thudding heavily on earth just as their pursuers appeared from between the trees. George heard the hiss of blades being drawn, a shout of challenge, the war god answering.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But when you’re picking splinters from your skin well into the next century, don’t blame me.”
So they began rocking. Back and forth and back again; the forest god pulled, the war god pushed, twin tides in an ocean of desperate self-preservation. The war god must have levelled cities, torn whole kingdoms apart with his bare hands. And now, here he was with George, made helpless by a pathetic trap a better god would have seen a mile away.
He should have just let George go back to sleep.
The branch above them groaned with their shifting weight.
“It’s working,” said the war god.
But even at the height of their swing, George was too far from safe ground.
“I’m not going to make it,” George said.
“Don’t worry,” said the war god. “I won’t let anything happen to—”
The rope snapped.
George felt it loosen around him as he flew through the air, untethered to anything or anyone. For a brief moment, the world became terribly slow, each second extending into infinity as George watch the war god make it to safety, boots thudding heavily on earth just as their pursuers appeared from between the trees. George heard the hiss of blades being drawn, a shout of challenge, the war god answering.
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