Something about Thena kicking ass and Gil just being like “Yep, that’s my wife and I love everything about her and that includes all of her violence” is so funny yet so them.
Could you maybe write it please?
Gil held a hand over his eyes. The sun was ruthless, and it wasn't making the fight any easier. Where did Thena go?
The Deviant plummeting to the ground answered his question, its carcass shattering against the unforgiving earth. Thena landed moments later, stance perfect, flipping her hair out of her face.
Stars and all Celestials, she was beautiful.
"Thena, behind you!" Kingo shouted, already raising his hands.
There was no need. Thena turned, blades already raised. She crossed them, catching the stampeding beast by its horns as it drove itself into its own destruction. She elongated one blade to hold it, turning the other one into a more serrated knife.
The Deviant reared back, roaring as she sliced off one of its horns. She struck swift, cutting its neck and bringing the beast down like it was nothing.
"You are on fire today!" Kingo laughed, raising his hands to her for a double-high-five. He knew he would be ignored, but he still feigned offense. "Come on, T!"
She shook her head, smiling as she walked past him in favour of Gil, which anyone could have seen coming. She inhaled as she arrived, his hands rising to run over her arms before brushing off a few stray specs that managed cling to her armour.
"Have I told you how gorgeous you are when you're killing Deviants?" Gil chuckled, almost whispering in their close proximity. The others were still fighting, but he was focused solely on her as he pushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face.
"Not today," she mused, smiling as he resituated the tiara on her forehead. He leaned in to kiss the bit of skin between her insignia and her hairline.
"What a bad husband I'm being."
Thena laughed, although it melted into a purr as he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips hovered together, "you can make it up to me."
"Oh," he chuckled against the hollow of her cheek, "I plan on it."
"Oi, you two!"
Thena turned. She had sensed it before it was even close to in-range. Her hands were raised before the spear was even complete. The Deviant ran right into it--into her palm, the spear materialising through its head and then out of the back of it. She budged backwards only an inch or two as she held it steady. Gil's hand met her back, reaffirming his support.
"Ugh," Ikaris grimaced at the gruesome methods of his teammate. He was also one of the strongest of the Fighters, and he wouldn't call himself merciful towards the beasts they hunted. But sometimes Thena's ways of killing them were more than even he cared to see.
Sersi also winced as Thena didn't bother de-materialising her spear, instead opting to extract it from her prey the hard way, blood and all. It collapsed at her feet. "She's certainly effective."
They watched as Gil claimed the frighteningly deadly hand in his, bringing it to his lips and swaying her against him by the waist. Ikaris snorted, "only Gil could fawn over a display like that."
Sersi pursed her lips at her own husband, "I think it's cute."
Ikaris watched as Thena tore through another Deviant, this time letting Gil finish it off in a bizarre charade of a romantic activity. "You think?"
Sersi shrugged one of her shoulders, smiling as Thena laughed, obviously having fun as Gil grasped her by the waist and tossed her up in the air to deal with another target. "They're happy. That's all that matters."
Thena drove her trident into the largest one's head, swinging down from it as she constructed a chain link by link. She landed, giving a hard tug and dragging the monster down with her. "Kari!"
The Speedster appeared less than a second later. The impact of her velocity-driven fist between its eyes was just as effective as one of Kingo's shots.
Makkari beamed, raising her hands and receiving the coveted double-high-five her brother had been denied.
"Hey, that's not fair!"
Thena strolled away again, back to the arms of her husband. "Now, what were you thinking in terms of making it up to me?"
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