Ra struck first.
The sun god's right wing swept forward, releasing a barrage of feathers that blazed like miniature suns. Each one carved through the air with the heat of solar cores, leaving trails of superheated plasma that turned the desert sand to glass ribbons beneath them.
God-King Ozymandias raised his upper left arm, the dimensional khopesh spinning in a defensive arc. The blade cut reality itself, opening rifts that swallowed most of Ra's burning feathers. But several slipped through, searing across his bronze chest and leaving molten gouges in his newly formed flesh.
Ra was already moving. The falcon god's massive form dove from the sky, his talons extended like golden spears. Each claw was the length of a siege tower, sharp enough to pierce divine flesh and strong enough to crush mountains.
