As the dust settled, the three ladies suddenly came to realize what had just transpired and they processed it differently. Phoebe was already analyzing the battle, wondering why the deity had been far weaker than she expected.
Maureen was thinking about the weapons that they had used, and every move Phoebe had made. She thought about the bullets especially and wondered what else they could kill and how they were made. Her eyes flashed to Phoebe and the Saxon spirit, and a heaviness settled in them.
If anybody learned about the fact that she possessed a sword that could kill a deity, they would come looking for it. In her line of work, Maureen had learned that there were things far scarier than an angry deity.
The deity had been right, humans were greedy and everything Phoebe possessed was too outstanding. Her niece had to watch her back and trust people a little less.
