'Well, this is a great big bucket of suck,' Zhen Liu thought to himself as he dodged and parried Abbott Longhorn's barrage of Nirvana energy-laced attacks. 'I wasn't expecting to being unable to tank these attacks for once.'
When Zhen Liu decided to turn the tables on the Silver-tongues and the fragment of Lord Smoking Mirror by summoning his zako horde, he honestly thought he was going to have a one-on-one duel with the aforementioned fragment of a deity.
This assumption came from a mix of having been constantly informed by Logos and Pathos that the deities he was familiar with from mythology books were real, the fact that he and his companions had raided what were essentially miniature holy sites dedicated to the Four Tezcatlipocas of Mesoamerican lore, and the fact that he and the literal shard of a god had spent a great chunk of time badmouthing each other in an ancient language that very few other people in the room could understand.
