A Diplomatic Solution

It soon became obvious to both that they were too evenly

matched. The once forested hills were now scorched plains. The river was now a mud and log jammed morass. The grasslands were now newly minted mountains. A witness to their conflict stepped down from the sky.

“I suppose it's too late for either of you two to shake hands now?” Wanul asked the two.

The one known as Zeus shook his bruised head, his eyes literally blazing. The other known as Osiris, spit out a gob of flaming spittle and shook his head. Wanul rubbed under an eye and loudly “tcched”. He looked skyward from whence he had came and noted the vast audience up there. A horse-headed being was blowing bubbles from a pipe. Another with folded bat-like wings and cloven hooves was paying up to an invisible being, with an obvious look of disgust on his face. A being, with three serene looking feminine heads was eating a bag of popcorn, purchased from a hawk headed creature. There was a rumble in the sky as feet, hooves,claws and tentacles stomped the cloud wreathed auditorium.