"You cannot defeat me!" Preeyonka screamed, spinning her sword in a complex pattern that created a whirlwind of cutting energy around them both.
"My divine heritage protects me! My power comes from the realm of deities!"
Jolthar caught her blade between his palms again, and this time held it steady despite the storm of power flowing through it.
"Your heritage is your weakness," he said calmly.
"It makes you believe you're untouchable. But everything can be broken if you know where to apply the right pressure."
Frustrated by his words and her inability to land a decisive blow, Preeyonka leaped backward and raised her free hand toward the sky.
Divine power began to gather above them, forming into a sphere of pure destructive force that grew larger and larger until it was the size of a house.
"Divine Cannon!" she shouted, and hurled the massive sphere of energy directly at Jolthar.
The attack moved faster than lightning, carrying enough power to destroy an entire army.
