Reaching down to the girls chest, Tom flinched as his hand touched the handle, a tingle of electricity seeming to race up his arm before he took a deep breath and pulled the blade free. Tossing it aside he moved quickly to press his shirt to the girls chest, trying to staunch the bleeding that he was sure was immanent.

This was apparently the very wrong thing to do as with a scream of enraged pain her small fist crashed into Tom's face, the blow carrying far more power than he would have expected it to, splitting his lip and almost crushing his nose beneath the small knuckles as he cursed darkly at the universe in general.

Shaking his head as the blood and tears blinded him he grabbed at the smaller girl and held her as she struggled, “Stop, stop thrashing before you bleed out!” he hissed as she finally seemed to still slightly despite the ragged breathing from the obvious pain as she seemed to babble in agony and confusion as he set about trying to staunch the bleeding desperately.

“God I wish I knew what the hell you were saying,” Tom hissed before a small fist slammed into his face once again with another flash of pain.

“I said take your filthy hands off me Mortal!” the girl snarled darkly as Tom tried to make sense of the sudden shift in language before shaking his head.

“Your heart was being fucking cut out, let’s get you some medical attention before that yeah?” Tom growled passed the pain before the small hand reached up and with a twist peeled his hand off her chest before she shoved him back almost effortlessly.

“The anathema is gone Mortal, my wounds are no more fatal than a sting.” she snarled as Tom rubbed his hand and nose as best he could, he couldn’t believe that he had survived a bakers dozen of murder happy cultists without injury and was getting his ass beat by the pixy he had rescued.

It was just his luck.

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"First off, I have no clue what the fuck half of what your saying means," he snarled before shifting away from her her with a frown "you know what, do what you want. If you bleed out I’m not going to save you again.”

Staring at him for a moment the girl peeled the shirt he had been using to stop the bleeding away from her chest and peered down before taking the shirt away and tossing it to him negligent, “Your service was sufficient, and your boons paid in full.” she said as Tom stared at the unbroken skin and turquoise studded shirt that he swore had been ripped moments before.

“Okay, what?” Tom stopped for a moment before looking at the blood stained shirt he had caught and glancing back at the girl before shaking his head again “No seriously, What?” he grumbled before holding the shirt up to his own nose to staunch the bleeding she had caused.

Standing up the girl that he was beginning to suspect was slightly more than she first appeared sighed and looked at him "You need to make a full and complete sentence mortal, so I know what you are asking." she said testily.

Blinking at the question Tom sighed before trying to make sense of what was going on, “What happened, why am I here, HOW am I here and who the hell are you and the murder hobo’s back there at the temple?”

“Murder Hobo’s?” the girl asked before blinking for a moment and appearing to focus on the question at hand. “The Cult of the Dead God back at the temple were attempting to sacrifice me with an anathema in an attempt to bind my powers to them, it is a profane ritual that will see them flayed for a thousand years once they pass into the next world.” she explained before waving a hand at him “You are here as my champion in an attempt to rescue me in exchange for three boons that I might grant. You were transported here through the way of wills and I am Si'lar, war goddess of strength and your patron in this realm.”

There was a lot to unpack in that and Tom took a moment to consider his options before leaning back against the tree “Ah, I see what’s going on. I’m dead right? I fell off the roof and now I’m in some Coma ward or mental health center with brain damage and I’m hallucinating all this, that’s nice.”

Tom was not prepared for the small 'goddess' to reach up and pinch his nipple with a vicious twist before letting him go as he screeched in shock and pain.

“You are mortal so 'Alive' is required for that designation as I have little need for the dead, and insane or not. You ARE here so stop wasting time asking stupid questions and help me get to the golden throne so I can deal with these idiots before it’s too late and they overthrow the pantheon.”

Rubbing his sore nip Tom stepped back several steps with a hiss before glaring at the small terror that had caused more pain in the last ten minutes than anyone in the previous decade of his life had managed combined.