“Ishtar…” he spoke quietly, his thin lips barely moving. But still, Lilith spoke. One heavily-damaged column cracked in half and fell in toward the center of the room. After all you’ve cost me – you won’t even entertain me with a good fight?”
Ishtar flung James against the pillar again. A huge block of stone broke away from the marble canopy and plummeted downward. When her magic had passed, he lowered his arms and brushed a bit of frost off his clothes and out of his hair, otherwise unfazed by the blizzard that had destroyed much of the gallery. With little more than a thought, the goddess lifted James off the floor and threw him several meters back. The thin man looked apologetically at his roommate and his fist connected with James jaw. The ex-incubus turned his head so that he could stare into Lilith’s sapphire pools just a little longer.
