Wrath Of A God (1)

Then, after a moment that seemed like hours, the one wearing the white hoodie looked around, observing the situation while the one wearing the black hoodie didn't even let her eyes wander away from Ladon and James, especially glaring at James since he was holding a gun.

It didn't take an idiot to figure out that she had most likely realized what James had intended to do with that gun, and Ladon could only pray for James since it didn't look like he was going to survive this one, if the two [Gods] turned out to be moral and sympathetic ones.

 Then, the one wearing the white hoodie looked around again, glancing between the [Mortals] prostrating themselves behind him, then at Ladon and James who seemed absolutely frozen in stone, then finally at the horde of slimes behind him - all three had one thing in common; no one dared to move.