"Aaanyroad," The Thunder God groaned.
He pointed a curiously aggressive palm towards Tycondrius, "The spear is mine, mortal!"
Tycon's gaze lazily drifted to the sea god's trident in his right hand.
He briefly considered arguing.
...Yet, he was repulsed by the thought of entertaining a fool.
He briefly considered inquiring honestly. It was, admittedly, a conundrum how a god of thunder and lightning could possibly lay claim to a possession of a dead water god.
However... that seemed to be troublesome.
Tycon chose to ignore him.
"Stop ignoring me!" The Thunder God shouted.
"Hey, we killed the sea god," Krysaos raised his hand. "That means his stuff belongs to us. Ain't that right, Hades?"
"That's wrong!" Bleated the Thunder God.
"No, that's... that's how it goes," The comically oversized orc patted the Thunder God's back in apology, "It be how it be."
More serious chapter tomorrow. Back in the fray!