God Slayers

Valtyr stomps into the headquarters, pacing back and forth. The dark furred wolf's face is in his typical scowl, as if he's angry at the entire world.
"The end of our oppression is nigh... I can feel it." He mumbles with a growl. His right hand reaches down towards the weapon attached to his waist- his signature saw made of abysstone, a material made to kill the gods, and enchanted with black flame. His hand is aching to hold it once more. His skin burns with the want of divine blood.

Ophelia turns to look at him "Boss, why the frown? Our base is more protected than The empire's capital. So, don't stress over it" She said grinning her devilish grin "Besides, even if something DID happen, we have the best protection"

"But anyways, we found something near the fourth district" She said showing him a golden javelin with a broken spear point "I almost rolled my ankle on this thing, any idea who's it is?"

"I'm not worried about any discovery, human." He said. "I have no worries about that. If any of these bitches find us, I'll play sports with their head."
Valtyr grips his saw and removes it from his holster, his mind wandering towards thoughts of his next kill. He smirks at the thought of it before putting away his weapon.

"Fourth district? Where the hell is that?" He asks. But then he saw the weapon and all thoughts of location fled his mind, he instantly reached for it.
"What in your mind are you thinking bringing a gold weapon in here?! Gold is the weapons of those fucking Empire men, the kind who look up to their 'Saint in White.' The kind who started a war over ownership of the damn sun. Who knows what kind of blessings that has on it? I can feel the prying eyes of the gods already. 'Nough to make a man sick."

"Wow, your dramatic one, and two it has no blessings as we've already cleansed it, four times" Ophelia said running her finger over the broken point of the spear and drawing blood

"Wait did you hear that?" She said putting a finger to her lips in a shushing manner "It's coming from the roof"

"Still, careful." He said, pacing around the room and talking with his hands. "Who knows what those empire men are doing to their weapons. I found an old wanted list recently, and I was on it. It could be a plant to try and take us out! It could have magic so powerful in it, that it'd bear 50 cleanings and it'd still be able to... I don't know, shoot beams of sunlight!"

Valtyr immediately dropped to the floor and rolled under a nearby table, holding his head in a protective manner. He spoke not a word, and hesitated to even breath. The only sound coming from him was his pounding heartbeat.

Ophelia reached for her dagger, and ran to the door. She dashed outside and started to climb the building. Ophelia eventually came to the roof and saw the Empire's Guard standing in a huddle, she ducked down, hoping none of the guards saw her.