Word count: 200
Challenge: #96 - mythic adventures
Summary: Buffy thinks on someone else's feet.
Disclaimer: Universes not mine. Words mine.
The woman's eyes glowed gold. "Kneel before Osirus, your god."
"Pardon me, but I thought Osirus was a guy," Buffy said, glad that one of Giles' rambling monologues had lodged in her brain for once.
"Enough of your insolence, puny mortal!" Osirus held up her bejewelled hand, palm out. The centre of it blazed, and an invisible force rammed Buffy into the warehouse wall.
"Wait, did you just say 'puny mortal'?" Buffy clambered to her feet. "What are they teaching at Big Bad school nowadays? That is so passé." The jewellery must be some kind of magic weapon. If she could get close enough...
"Kneel or die!"
"I'm kneeling!" Buffy prostrated herself, face to the ground. A bit of sneakiness wouldn't go astray. "Let me kiss your feet, oh great and powerful Oz-Osirus. I am not worthy to lick the dust from your sandals."
"Osirus is gracious to his worshippers. You may kiss my feet."
Buffy crawled towards the god. The woman's feet were encased in gilt sandals, and her toenails glittered silver. Buffy kissed one big toe. Ugh. Then she leapt to her feet, grabbed Osirus's arm, twisted it behind her back, and removed the weapon. "Gotcha!" she said.