It's Not Bullying if I like it!

"Honestly I haven't really done enough to show how strong I am since becoming the Aspect of Creation," Odhran mused, walking through the forest near the village he had targeted. "I mean, there's been a few minor things, but I don't just want to be a great member of Elysium, I want to be a Warlord! It's just a shame that too many people are guarding some of those bigger cities like Era or Crocus. Oh well. Gotta start small, I guess?"

Amittai mulled a thought aloud. "Well, I suppose so, bossman. Destroying a small town is a bit on the lower-end side of things, admittedly, but we gotta start somewhere."

Atsuai laughed. "Indeed. I'd be delighted to take down this town for the glory of our names. We've been woefully underappreciated for our works, and I think now is the time for that to change! Honestly, the nerve of people not knowing the good work of the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm and his wonderful allies such as ourselves!"

Scorpio had to agree, nodding his head ever so slightly. "It's definitely a shame, but this is what they get for not appreciating us. So what's the plan? Sand? Ice? Make 'em fight each other?"

Odhran tsked ever so slightly. "I think just leaving it to one thing is vastly proving ourselves to be lower than expected! So, I say all of us should go and do our work upon these poor souls!"

Noel laughed ever so slightly. "I am certainly glad that you think that way, Odhran. Just destroying the town is one thing, but to do so with such...vigor is something else entirely. Heheheh."

Odhran smiled. "It's so nice to see all of you guys trusting me so! Fear not! I shall render them so awestrucken by my awesome might that they have no choice but to chant my name to the heavens as a future Warlord of Fiore!"

Sweetie took the opportunity to pounce on Odhran with a hug. "That's the Odhran I know! We gotta beat the snot out of these guys and show how strong we are!"

Smiling even more, Odhran leapt out from his hiding spot in a nearby forest outlook of the woods-bound hunting village, and begun his assault. Using his magic, he let wings sprout out from his back, taking flight as his Spirits assailed the town with magic of their own. Surely this plan would go without a hitch. It had to. Odhran was a God, and these villagers were nothing but weak mortals in the face of five of the strongest Spirits in existence.