That primal force deep down inside Heather that knew her true name and could understand those ancient words just fine barely had to quibble with itself before it decided it was Deeply Offended by the mudmaid's attempt to siren-song its way into her too-small pants.

SORRY MUDHOOKER, THIS BIRD AND HER BOOTY WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. I AM A GOD, AND YOU HAVE FOUR EYES AND LIVE IN A POND.

Baring her snaggly teeth, Heather bristled and took a step forward.

"GIVE. ME. THE ROD. Give it to me! Give-- ... Zilla, the hell are you doing?"

She had just noticed her companion wading slowly in their direction.