What really matters

With delight, the imp beheld the fruit of her work -- the thunderous cleave of ice, the sinister rush of water as chunks of frozen lake were pulled under in the rush. An anticipatory sneer spread across her features as she watched the male's face flush with horror as he learned of her action -- and eagerly, she awaited the current to pull him under.

But the goddesses saw fit to test her resolve that day, for the man was neither consumed by icewater nor bludgeoned by it -- in a remarkable display of agility and desperation he pulled himself narrowly to safety. Caiaphas readied herself should he prove aggressive -- though all he had to admonish her for her actions was a string of incredulous words.

Boring. She smiled primly and regarded the northern male coldly. "That was the intention." Cockily the female inspected her claws, pleased with her handiwork.