hell hath no fury like

[forewarned_is]

Desert earth cracks at her feet as she appears, at the base of a high outcropping of stone; all around her are pillars and heaps of barren rock, uninhabited by anything but lizards and scorpions, desolate under a pale moon.

Liar!She wheels around and slams one fist into the standing stone, crying out in a rage so hot and corrosive it feels like

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[old_gods]

The spot isn't as barren as she thinks, nor as desolate.

Tiny flowers, newly born, crumple under the rocks she hurls. A scattering of them traces a line to a figure some distance away, keeping a wary watch on the destruction.

Baldur only meant to stop here for a moment en route to elsewhere; now, he can't bring himself to go.

[forewarned_is]

A boulder strikes the rock outcropping and smashes. Sparks fly.

Kali stamps one foot and then the other down on the earth, thud, thud, thud; the ground trembles, smaller rocks bouncing into the air and falling again.

[old_gods]

Swiftly, he crouches down to mitigate the worst of the bouncing. Baldur braces a hand flat against the ground as if he could hold it in place.

It does very little. The earth directly around him -- within the thickest spread of plants -- calms like a soothed animal, but nothing beyond it changes. Brief as his last meeting with Kali may have been, he knows better than to interrupt her.

[forewarned_is]

She hefts an even larger boulder overhead, turns to find a place to throw it --

-- and stops.

She's seen him.