Futility

Three against one. It’s not fair! Just one girl with an electrified sword against three dual-wielding Furies, green-tongued deceitful medusae who’ll take her down without thinking. Oh, to be able to stop the conflict and talk things out, to appease both sides and find some harmless solution! But the battle’s begun and the dogs of war are howling. Deep-rooted cold reptillian cries for blood, coming from both sides. It’s a good thing everyone’s so pissed-off they’re just clashing uselessly against each other instead of focusing their strikes. But nobody sees the coming storm that’ll make the battlefield muddy.

Ain’t nobody winning this one. You really should stop before you go further down this road -it just gets worse. Find some new way to attack this problem.

(The moon in Aquarius suggests water’s yielding flow.)