[Koby is not a being of vengeance or violence. He's a guide, a god to petition when setting out on journeys, even if much of the tradition has faded to superstition over the years. He's a comfortable, mundane, everyday deity and he likes it that way. There's never been any need to explore other sides of his powers.
But that doesn't mean they don't exist. And, by refusing to acknowledge the potential -- a god of light and warmth may also be one of dark, cold nothingness -- Koby has almost no idea of what they do.
Clarisse, on the other hand, is absolutely a god who knows how to fight. Her reaction is immediate, her hands on his wrist, the back of his neck, pinning him to the tree within an instant. Koby's breath leaves him in a sharp gasp, knocked out of him by the force of the movement. He grits his teeth, the bark against his face singeing from the heat he radiates.]
I don't -- want to fight with you. [That's a lie. He does. He wants to so badly he feels like he's going to choke from it.]
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But that doesn't mean they don't exist. And, by refusing to acknowledge the potential -- a god of light and warmth may also be one of dark, cold nothingness -- Koby has almost no idea of what they do.
Clarisse, on the other hand, is absolutely a god who knows how to fight. Her reaction is immediate, her hands on his wrist, the back of his neck, pinning him to the tree within an instant. Koby's breath leaves him in a sharp gasp, knocked out of him by the force of the movement. He grits his teeth, the bark against his face singeing from the heat he radiates.]
I don't -- want to fight with you. [That's a lie. He does. He wants to so badly he feels like he's going to choke from it.]