Cú Chulainn saw the four-faced god and felt the rage overtake him. His muscles bulged, one eye sucked into his head, the other bulging. Ríastrad. The Warp-Spasm.
He launched the Gáe Bolg with his foot, a spear-kick meant to disembowel a god.
Brahma sat on his lotus. He did not blink. He looked at Cú Chulainn with his Four-Faced Gaze.
The Uncreation
"Your rage is a fire," Brahma said, his voice the sound of a closing book. "But fires need air."
Vedic Logos.
Brahma spoke a single syllable.
The air around Cú Chulainn turned into solid diamond. The spear stopped mid-air, rewriting its own momentum.
"You are a sentence in my book," Brahma murmured. "And I am starting a new chapter."
Srishti Weave.
Cú Chulainn didn't die. He simply... ceased to be a warrior. The warp-spasm reversed. The spear became a lotus flower. The battlefield became a quiet garden.
Cú Chulainn sat down, confused, his rage replaced by a sudden, overwhelming desire to meditate.