From heavenly figure of beauty to an image of godly wrath, Virtuoso's flecks of light that had been thrown from his body grew into corona of light that resembled lightning and spears. They rotated around his body at his will, the wind that flew through the bladed tips of these spears of light made an almost musical tone that rang loud and vicious through the air. More and more of these spears, almost a hundred of these were flecked around his body in a geometric spiral pattern. 

Two layers of spears placed just so they could all angle down and towards a circular zone around and including Cee Fatalis just below. If this woman wished to play with creation, Virtuoso would show her the pinnacle of creation. For only one material need be played with among gods, the material light that he forges all of his weaponry from. If she didn't fear him now, she would soon as he unleashed his heavenly wrath upon her. 

It stormed downwards in sequence, starting at the nearest and furthest simultaneously. They rocketed downwards from the spiral, each one falling after the last. It formed an almost drill shape as they spun towards her location. The machine didn't care how many illusions she cast upon herself, it wouldn't matter if he obliterated the very ground she stood upon as well as herself. So too did he believe it wouldn't matter, as he remembered quite clearly where she had been standing. That shield held aloft over her head was a problem, but not so much of a problem as to cripple his offensive. 

As each and every spear fell, so too did Virtuoso descend. But not towards Cee, no, but away. After reaching his peak and stopping himself, he had nothing but potential energy. Potential is the perfect state of energy, as it can be used to do anything.

Something like this.

With a dive assisted by directing every single one of his boosters upwards as well as angling his face and arms down towards the ship that Cee had been standing  on, Virtuoso descended towards the flat metal surface of the derelict vessel. While Cee is distracted with the falling storm of death, Virtuoso was more occupied with a much more devious plan. Perhaps she would lose sight of him during the blinding storm of light, perhaps she would pursue him. 

Whatever the case, Virtuoso slammed into the ship with his blades extended before him. With an almost invisibly fast motion, his body spun and he bored cleanly through the hull of the ship and into the inner workings. 

Cee would never know what hit her.