Two things became clear to the goddess in a momentary flash of insight.
Firstly, that the only three mortals in the room did not stand a chance against the kind of power that the inhuman one possessed.
Secondly, that the weapon which spewed fire could not be allowed to fall into the demon's hands. That thing wrapped in dead flesh was an abomination to the natural order, and for that reason if for no other Amaterasu was forced to make her decision rapidly.
She couldn't protect everyone. A human body had limitations, and further without her Celestial Brush she could only draw a straight line for so far before it became curved and her power dissipated. Therefore, while her heart ached to interpose her power and save all of them from the terrible attacks... she simply could not do so. And in such a case, she had to do what was best for the entire world.
As the gun began turning to her, Amaterasu focused all of her power on the brush in her hand, pointing it to the left of Hisoka. The weapon aimed at her shoulder, the barrel gleaming in the light of her own sun, green eyes glaring at her with inexpressible malice and hatred.
Then a roar greater than the mighty voice of Susano-wo-no-kami, God of Thunder, rang throughout the Sun Room. There was a flash of fire, time seemed to slow down as Hisoka pulled the trigger...
...and Amaterasu cut her brush straight across, one smooth stroke cutting like the blade of a sword. Her divine power infused that single motion; gun and bullet and wielder were attacked as though she had swung a blessed katana at all of them at the same time. Such was the might of Power Slash.
But yet, despite having destroyed both bullet and gun in that attack? It would seem that she had indeed succumbed to the terrible power of the inhuman one's attack. The crimson marks on her face and body, the proof of her divinity, faded entirely as her holy power was utterly drained by her exertion, and she collapsed to the ground as though dead. Only the faintest of breaths escaped her lips, her heart nearly still as she succumbed to exhaustion.
And the brush, being a mere thing of man's creation, shattered from the holy energies that had infused it, the fragments falling to the ground next to Amaterasu's motionless body.
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Firstly, that the only three mortals in the room did not stand a chance against the kind of power that the inhuman one possessed.
Secondly, that the weapon which spewed fire could not be allowed to fall into the demon's hands. That thing wrapped in dead flesh was an abomination to the natural order, and for that reason if for no other Amaterasu was forced to make her decision rapidly.
She couldn't protect everyone. A human body had limitations, and further without her Celestial Brush she could only draw a straight line for so far before it became curved and her power dissipated. Therefore, while her heart ached to interpose her power and save all of them from the terrible attacks... she simply could not do so. And in such a case, she had to do what was best for the entire world.
As the gun began turning to her, Amaterasu focused all of her power on the brush in her hand, pointing it to the left of Hisoka. The weapon aimed at her shoulder, the barrel gleaming in the light of her own sun, green eyes glaring at her with inexpressible malice and hatred.
Then a roar greater than the mighty voice of Susano-wo-no-kami, God of Thunder, rang throughout the Sun Room. There was a flash of fire, time seemed to slow down as Hisoka pulled the trigger...
...and Amaterasu cut her brush straight across, one smooth stroke cutting like the blade of a sword. Her divine power infused that single motion; gun and bullet and wielder were attacked as though she had swung a blessed katana at all of them at the same time. Such was the might of Power Slash.
But yet, despite having destroyed both bullet and gun in that attack? It would seem that she had indeed succumbed to the terrible power of the inhuman one's attack. The crimson marks on her face and body, the proof of her divinity, faded entirely as her holy power was utterly drained by her exertion, and she collapsed to the ground as though dead. Only the faintest of breaths escaped her lips, her heart nearly still as she succumbed to exhaustion.
And the brush, being a mere thing of man's creation, shattered from the holy energies that had infused it, the fragments falling to the ground next to Amaterasu's motionless body.