>>6007355“GRROOAAAR!!” it roars, belching a column of flame at you. Forcing you to leap into the air, reaching out with your telekinesis to draw your blade to you. The ancient weapon, which you'd left back in the open ceiling's rafters flies down to your hand, slamming into your palm as you drop.
“HAAAA!!” you roar, thrusting it down into its skull. Your heavy, two-handed blade piercing easily through the enchanted creature's skull, the crossguard slamming down into is as you drop. Driving the beast down to the ground, your sword pinning it down to the ground. Where it dissolves into motes of light which blink out after a few moments, you drawing the blade back out with one hand as your audience roars, cheering you on. “Come on, is this all you've got? Petty tricks? Let me show you some REAL power!”
As you draw upon your worst, darkest memories, filling your mind and body with spite and loathing, the scars across your arms begin glowing faintly with barely-restrained azure power. Raising your left hand, fingertips pointed, you unleash your hate on the deity who dares fly above you. Dozens of lightning bolts streak through the air towards Circe, crackling with resentment and power as they storm around her. But the goddess doesn't flinch, raising her arms out to her sides creates a shimmering shield of force. One which your lightning, despite crackling all around, cannot find a way through. But that was never the goal, you smirk to yourself as you rise. You see her eyes widen as she realizes you used your lightning to trap her, rising up until you're eye level with her once more.
“Your arrogance is your weakness.” you say, drawing the weapon back as lightning begins coursing along the length of the weapon. “HIYAAAH!”
With a shout you thrust your blade forward, piercing straight through the shield at her chest. You feel your weapon strike true, piercing straight into her chest.
“GYAAAAAAH!!” she cries in pain, shield failing as her body begins spasming. You don't relent, unleashing more and more power into her. Until, with a final, ear-splitting cry Circe explodes. She bursts into a cloud of dark magical energy, you ending your attack and backing up. Allowing her to reform her mortal form with a smirk, resting your blade on your shoulder with your left waving to your crowd. Who all chant your name, cheering loud enough to rock the stadium.
“CHA-YA! CHA-YA! CHA-YA! CHA-YA!” they cheer, you turn back and forth, waving to them before refocusing on the goddess before you. Who reforms her mortal form with a furious snarl, eyes blazing with hate.
