Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170525105952/@comment-25073873-20170618061320

"Killing you is so easy when I actually use my real sword ... purify!" shouted Amaryllis, as she swung the blade down. What resulted wasn't even something that could be called a high tier magic, or a powerful enchanted weapon. Innumerable pink petals, shrouded in crimson mist burst forth in an irresistable torrent, each petal a sword on the level of the highest tier of daedric weaponry in concept, yet a petal in physical sense. The whole area filled with pink light from the singular swing of the weapon, which sent a wave of pink energy smashing through the streets.

The knight would feel a strong wind result from the movement of the petals and energy, yet they petals seemed to part on purpose before they shredded him into nothing. All his copies were instantly wiped out the moment even one petal touched them. It seemed as though Amaryllis had intended for him to live, even as all his magic was shredded into nothing before the might of the sword that she held.

The pink energy soon flickered out, as Amaryllis continued smirking down from the roof she was standing on, not even tired from the attach as she casually held the sword in her right hand. The knight would notice he was mostly unharmed other than being sent flying back from the speed of the winds that accompanied the attack, since it purposely parted just for him. Yet, if he cared to look behind, a clean hole was gouged out from the building just behind him. It was as if the sword had immense power, but Amaryllis herself had immense control.

"How do you like my sword at a minimal release state? Will you start worshiping me now that I have proven my superiority above the divine intervention from the man you call your god? My sword purifies the world of divine taint ... but I can also purify mortal taint with one swing. It just makes everything so ... boring when I actually summon and use it, which is why I like the black katana more" said Amaryllis, even though she didn't dispel the blade.

If the knight bothered to look down rather than at Amaryllis, her attacks indeed had great precision. Amaryllis had simply shredded his armor and weapon into nothing with her attack along with the magic, leaving the knight in just his briefs and nothing else of note. Yet there was no cuts on his skin at all. It was like Amaryllis could choose what was destroyed and what stayed.