The ground rubs pleasantly against my scales as I slither towards the wall. My children swarm the walls, dragging the worthless humans down to their doom.
The time for this farce has passed. Kingu has been missing for over a week, and I must find him.
I can hear the worthless meat begin to scream and quaver as I draw nearer. Good. It is right that they should fear. After all, I am the mighty Gorgon Tiamat. My hatred for them bubbles up within my chest, and I find myself smiling widely at the carnage I'm about to wreak upon them. A series of useless tripwires go off, launching tiny darts that cut shallow grooves into my flesh, centered around my chest. They do nothing, and I dismiss the tingling numbness I feel around the wounds as I fix my petrifying gaze onto the little ants scurrying about atop the wall.
They will suffer. They will all suffer for trapping me on that goddamn rock LEAVING ME! They will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that all their struggles have been for naught, as they gaze upon their doom, and-
"YEW BOW!"
Suddenly, I'm flat on my back, my ears ringing as I try to parse together what the hell just happened. Then the pain hits, and I stare down at the bloody, mangled remains of my chest.
Did they-? The pain stops my train of thought with an affirmative yes. It's mind-numbing. A searing wave of agony that makes me want to just curl up into a little ball and cry.
But, louder than the pain, is the fury. The red rage that dances behind my eyes, begging me to burn the world. Because THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS JUST BLEW UP MY TITS! THEY DIE! THEY DIE SLOWLY, AND PAINFULLY, SUBJECTED TO EVERY LAST TORTURE I KNOW!
A red-haired man dressed in green steps up to the corner of the wall, grimaces, and then cups his hands to shout at me. "Vile Gorgon! Know that your defeat on this battlefield has been the sole working of ME! The one and only Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest, a proud Servant of Chaldea, and your avowed enemy. As you flee, to slither down amongst the dark and forgotten places of the world, and relish the eternal shame of your defeat, know that it was I and only I-"
That's all he gets out before I lunge at him, sinking my hands into the wall's stonework so I can climb my way up. He turns tail and runs as fast as his pathetic human legs will take him, but I dog his steps.
Almost there, he's ALMOST WITHIN MY REACH! I can feel my eyes beginning to overwhelm this whelp of a Servant's Magic Resistance, but whenever he starts slowing down, he always somehow manages to duck out of my sight for just long enough for my hard work to be undone!
I'm chasing him through a forest, which is really impeding my line of sight, and those traps of his are dogging my steps like biting insects, constantly biting into me. Unlike before, they don't seem to slow me. Instead, I feel a burning, incandescent fury, igniting my inner fires and driving me to strike faster and harder!
MY RAGE CONSUMES ALL!
"PANDAMONIUM CEEEEEETTTTTUUUUUUUSSS!"
Yes.
I groan in exultation, at irritating pest's demise. The rage still lingers, though, strengthening my very being, piercing my core. I feel it growing, consuming me!
"Well done, Lady Gorgon!" an unfamiliar voice says, and I turn to find a scruffy-looking man in a white uniform of some kind pointing dramatically at me. "You really showed him what-for."
I frown, my mind working through the growing haze of irrational fury. Wait. That's the Master of Chaldea! Kingu told me about him!
As I tense my body for a leap, he points at me dramatically with his other hand. "Now, before you do anything drastic, I just want you to know… I HAVE A CAT IN MY ARM!"
"What?" I ask, staring at him confusion. Even the red rage smothering my mind can't drown out how utterly baffled I am right now.
"His name is Mr. Fluffington the Third. He is a calico!" the idiot rattles off proudly, holding his arm up for me to inspect. "If you stop trying to destroy humanity, I'll let you pet him."
That one, solitary, incarnation of all earthly stupidity disguised as a sentence does what Gilagmesh's Absolute Demonic Front couldn't: It stops me dead in my tracks. I stare at him in stunned silence for a moment, and then state the obvious. "You're insane."
"No, I'm in Babylon. I'm not sure how you got those two confused."
I activate my Mystic Eyes and prepare to turn him into a mentally ill lawn ornament, when I feel a pinch on the back of my neck.
"RULE BREAKER!"
And, suddenly, the world dissolves into fractals of reality, as I remember just who I truly am.
I… am Gorgon. Not Tiamat. AND IHATEHERIHATEHIMIHATEHATEHATEHATE-
I lunge forwards, the fire coursing through my blood urging me to MAIMRIPTEARDESTROY until they're-
"YEW BOW!"