Kami was arrogant, but not stupid. Moving at the speed of light, he teleported behind the heathen before he could blink, as he hit the stranger with the full charge of his power. Millions upon millions of voilts, shooting from his fingers, and out into the air like an electric wave of destruction, the ground rapidly beginning to melt. He laughed at this surge of power through him, feeling truly like a God. He could move mountains, and rebuild the world! He could-
Kami stopped, as he crashed to the floor. His form was shattering, his power waning. He was drained. Too much power, too little control. He could hardly keep his form from collapsing entirely, as he struggled to remain standing, after having delivered all he had on the Carnage-looking man. Was this the end? Kami was having trouble thinking. Surely just using too much energy couldn't..... but he was made of energy. Of course. Crap. He felt like he was about to die, as his hand evaporated before his eyes. He tried reaching out to the power around him, but there was not enough. He'd used it all, and the breakers had activated. All power in the sector had been cut. Was he going to die here? Just from one foolish attack?