>>5473698>>5475747Perhaps her defiance was the worst choice that Gothika could have made then. Although she did submit to you, albeit reluctantly, she had to ruin it by metaphorically spitting in your face. Now granted you’re running mainly on instinct, courtesy of the manifested Lion of Judah. Known best as the victorious conqueror that has absolute power and authority over all of creation. Just as impervious as the Nemean Lion via divine protection, while being just as radiant as the sun itself.
Truthfully, it would’ve probably saved her from a world of hurt if she had just relented without a fuss. As Gothika, no as Astaroth would, unfortunately, learn upon staring at you. Eyes now that piercing gaze was “darker than wine” and those lion’s teeth are "whiter than milk.” Both the blessing of Jacob and Samson coursed through your veins, just like the intense, explosive emotions you were currently feeling. Giving way to this ferocious, hulking mass of muscular might.
Clinching the muscles in your arms as well as your legs, tensing them up like forged steel, you sharpen your focus upon readying your next assault. This was causing them to swell up until they were at least twice the size they'd been before. Soon enough those springy muscles despite their burgeoning bulk soon sprang into action upon heading their sweet spot threshold. Immediate, you let out a strong impulse from your feet, hitting Gothika with a powerful sonic boom-like concussive force as you went upwards.
Forcibly kicking off the air’s surface, at least ten times in the blink of an eye, you shoot upwards into the air before ricocheting across the sky towards Gothika. Each rebound builds more momentum and kinetic energy for you to abuse. In a flash you once again caught up with Gothika, resuming your previous ongoing onslaught before, starting with a swift straight punch to the gut. It was just as heavy as it was dense like forged steel. You were practically staggering the gothic demon further with each strike.
These relentless attacks carried with them the full-frontal force of your monstrously herculean strength. Being so high in the sky meant you didn’t have to worry about wanton destruction or the other cases of repercussions such a display would bring. Had you done this to a regular human, metahuman or otherwise, you would’ve been more conscious about the ramifications. But since Gothika was a demon and a very strong one you could go all out without concern.
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