MY SWORD SLIDES from my hands. I stumble backwards.

"GO!" I scream at Ezra.

Of course, he misinterprets this. I guess he thought by go I meant act when I really meant we just pissed off a god, run if you even maybe just a little bit want to live. He throws the clay penis that he'd been holding. It bounces off the god's head to the cobblestone street below.

I stabbed a god.

Ezra threw a dick at a god.