Gorgoneion
“Tell Perseus he’s a p***y,” Stheno yelled, disembowelling another one of his men. His partner just stood there in terror, looking through his mirrored shield.
Stheno moved in closer to him, her snakes writhing on her head. She raised her sword at him, the tip dripping blood. “I said-”
The soldier just bolted off and ran, not looking back.
Stheno threw her arms in the air. “Dammit, I had another good one-liner. Now the moment is gone,” she said, panting from the exertion of killing all these mortals.
“Who are you talking to,” her daemons said in breathy whispers.
“Nobody,” Stheno shrugged. “To the poets who will recite this battle, I guess.”
“Nobody is listening,” her daemons said. “You are simply ill of mind.” “Malakia,” another of her daemons hissed.
Stheno gritted her
