Suck them in with a display of divine power!

"So. This is your last chance to back out." You warn the yellow-haired firecracker. She scoffs. "Yeah, whatever. I don't back down from a challenge, and I didn't come all the way out here just to give up and go back to wherever. Besides, you said it was a way to stop the Grimm... Fell... whatever. Personally, I think you're just trying to get out of buying me drinks."

"Then we'll proceed. We learned early on that using our power directly like this draws any nearby Fell like ants to sugar. However, choosing champions like yourself lets us express those powers through you. You'll be a lot stronger and probably discover some new things that you couldn't do before. At the same time, I won't be able to do much. This kind of thing takes a lot out of me, especially since I don't have many supporters here yet. Now your job here is very important. _'Kill them all.' _Any questions?"

Yang bounces up and down on the balls of her feet then slams her fists together with a maniac's grin. "None at all. Let's do this!" "Very well. Yang Xiao Long, you are chosen as my champion. Your charge is to serve faithfully, strike against my enemies, and help my followers to the best of your abilities." You place one hand over the generous swell of her chest and the other over her forehead as you speak. For yourself, you've always pictured the Bond as threads binding the two of you together. The Norns have been diminished as much as the rest of the divine infrastructure, but their influence has taken root deep within your history. Now, a conduit to the wellspring of your power flows through your hands and sinks inexorably into the girl's spirit. Time seems to slow, though you know that the process takes several minutes. Yang gasps and arches backward as if struck by lightning, which isn't completely incorrect as far as analogies go. Your power flows through her, unfamiliar at first and clashing with her own. You work patiently to blend and harmonize the two without overwhelming her. Unscrupulous gods like Zeus take this opportunity to scourge away any possibility of resistance to their will, but you find such methods to be distasteful in the ****.

For one thing, its like admitting that the god incapable of inspiring loyalty or obedience willingly.

With the sensation vaguely similar to a 'click' you finish, and Yang sags forward. You try to support her, but find yourself reeling as the process takes its toll on you. You both fall to your knees, holding each other upright. "Holy shit." Yang breathes, more to herself than you. Outside, the weird howls of the Fell begin to reverberate. The sound always raises the hackles at the back of your neck. You've come through one war as the loser already and it brings with it associations of **** struggle and bitter hatred.

Your limbs feel like lead and rubber. It takes monumental effort simply to remain upright, but you manage somehow. On the other hand, Yang springs to her feet as if weightless. She whistles in appreciation and takes a few moments to shadow-box, getting used to the euphoric power that she's been granted. It takes her a while to notice your condition. When she does, she clucks her tongue regretfully and props you up against the wall of the cave. "I'm way too pumped up to gloat right now. This is too awesome to say. I'll take care of these wimps, you get your strength back. Cause once this is over, we're gonna fuck for hours!" She leans way down and gives you a smouldering kiss before turning to look back at the entrance. It says something about your state of mind that you're much more mindful of the enticing display at eye-level as her spandex-like short shorts flex with the flow of her movements than the killers slinking in.

"Time to kick some ass!" She declares, before disappearing in a flicker of yellow blur.