Only Simi was allowed to do that.
And Vala.
Anyone else would be sent straight to the floor and then their demise.
“Good to see you, Sim. How have you been?”
“Better if akri ever let his Simi eats his heifer goddess, but no he say. Simi no eats the heifer.” She shook her head sadly.
“Aye, well, Sim, feel free to eat any ofthat.” Acheron pointed with his staff toward the horde of creatures moving toward them.
Gasping, Simi clapped her hands together with glee. Her eyes widened. “Really, akri?”
“Oh, yeah.”
With an ear-piercing scream, she manifested a giant bottle of some condiment Nibo could only guess at before she sprouted wings and flew out toward them.
Nibo laughed at her enthusiasm that he definitely appreciated. “We need more of her.”
“No, we don’t,” Acheron said drily. “While I love and adore my girl, trust me, one is enough. Charonte are like piranhas. You really don’t want to unleash a murder of them if you don’t have to.”
Nibo arched a brow at the thick mass of creatures headed for them. There were so many that they blotted out the daylight. He smirked at Acheron. “Really? You think that’d be a bad idea right about now?”
Acheron let out a tired breath. “Yeah, that was a stupid comment, wasn’t it?”
“Far be it from me to call you a dumbass, Atlantean, but … you’re a dumbass.”
Acheron caught the first one that reached them. He batted it away and split it in two with his powers. “Definitely resembling that criticism. Not even going to attempt to refute it.”
With a growl, Nibo engaged his lovely opponents. For once, he was grateful he was dead. While their bites hurt, there wasn’t anything they could do to him.
Other than piss him off. Which they were doing.
Acheron blasted them with a wave of god-bolts … lightning-like shock waves that went through the demons and scattered them. Even better, they lit the growing darkness with bright colors that caused their attackers to arc up and flip through the air as they were barbecued for Simi.
“Don’t you have any more friends to summon for reinforcements?” Acheron asked in an irritated tone.
“Not really. Don’t you have an immortal army to fight these things?”
“Atnight. Hence the wholedarkin Dark-Hunters. There’s a reason why Artemis didn’t name them Noonday-Hunters or Morning-Hunters.”
“How about Mute-Hunters? Would like a little silence in this fighting, Ash.” Nibo grunted as one of the bastards took a bite out of his shoulder.
Growling, he flipped it over and stomped it. “Little concentration goes a long way.”
“For you, maybe. For me? Bad idea.”
Nibo ducked a blast that came too close to his head. He spun and kicked one back into a nearby wall, where it exploded. “Ooo! Shiny!”
Acheron passed him an irritated glare as he staked another one. “What is it with loas and shiny objects?”
“Ask your demon. Besides, I’m more attracted to rum and other illicit things.” Nibo caught two more, flipped them with his staff, and was about to stab them when something caught him hard across his back.
He stumbled.
Then fell hard against the ground. Before he could regain his footing, he was hit again and knocked senseless. His ears rang from the blow.
What the hell? More hard knocks came. So fast and furious that he wasn’t able to recover or regain his footing. He hadn’t been hit like this since Qeenan killed him.
