Goddess

Where the water hit earth, it became a geyser of mud, and if Lung hadn’t slipped away at the last moment, then he was being driven down as mud was sent flying up to heights taller than some of the staff buildings nearby.  The purple fire caught the water and ran through it, more intense, not less intense, for the water.

It was loud, and then it was silent, the contrast so stark that it left my ears screaming.

Where there had been water, there was now a small mountain of stone, all spikes radiating up and out from the epicenter.  The licks of purple flame were going out.

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The use of her telekinesis was wilder, now.  It was hasty, geometric shapes cutting through mud and dirt, carving lines into the beams and wood that she lifted into the air.  Like lines in something tightly coiled that had come free, the telekinesis struck out at random around the things she was lifting.  Mud splashed and rubble was demolished.

One by one, she sent spikes of wood flying.  She sent beams, sheet metal and corrugated steel crushed into lances and spears.  They plunged through the stone, into the glowing heart.  Each impact was an ear-splitting screech of metal on stone, of stone breaking, nails on a chalkboard with the volume turned up to twenty out of ten.

Gleaming 9.10