Re: (Tyche) The Balanced City of Dreams
As His other self died in another realm at the hands of another god, this Paradox of Chalybis halted for a moment, remaining motionless as the light within His gaze flickered erratically in a frantic - yet successful - attempt to stay present within this realm. He was not intent on allowing the humans here to get the mistaken idea that they could harm Him, lest they gain some kind of motivation from this. He was a God, and He would not have it said that mere mortals had struck Him down. And so, even though He was momentarily weakened, He persisted, denying Paradox its prize and continuing to exist in the City of Dreams despite dying elsewhere.
Still, the human resistance was being remarkably bothersome, something which Chalybis did not appreciate. They possessed an item which He desired - possibly even two of them - and He would not be denied His prize by these worthless mortals. The death of the infected ones would make the process somewhat less painful, but no less efficient in the end - life was not a requirement to become one of His minions. A more direct solution was required for the current guards though, as their attacks seemed to be remarkably harmful and disturbing to His form.
As His physical form was seriously threatened by their weaponry, He turned towards His untouchable metaphysical abilities to dispose of them instead. Above each of the offending mortals, a tiny point of green formed in the air, rapidly swelling up into an orb of some strange green fluid that fumed with an unhealthy-looking vapour as it formed. When the orbs had reached a satisfying size several moments later, He ceased His concentration, allowing the newly formed blobs of acid to drop down upon the humanoids that opposed Him, almost taking delight in the deadly suffering that was about to follow...