Ogma feels the ground quake beneath her as she slaughters her opponents. Another earthquake shakes the ground and knocks a few warriors off their balance.
"Balor," She spits as her eyes turn to the towering giant Fomorian king, his one eye focused on his grandson approaching him with the spear of Gorias clutched.
Ogma set her gaze on Nuadu, warriors around him and Bres as they engaged in a duel to the death.
"My lord!" She screamed and charged to his side. They could not afford to lose Nuadu, not again, her people had lost him once but most importantly, she had lost him and she would have it again
"She was always the strongest among us," Abhartach said as he watched Ogma tear through every Fomorian in her path she desperately wanted to save Nuadu.
"I thought Lugh was," I res
