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Diana for the most part gritted her teeth. She was one step of losing consciousness each time she swung, each time she breathed. She was well and truly spent, the last embers of her defiance always one step from being snuffed out. But she steeled herself. She held, gritting her teeth and rectifying her poise. She knew that, were she stop struggling, people who had done their best would have been swiped away by the cultists.

The sword. A person with an electric blessing. A change in the fight's tendency. Diana breathed heavily. Sometimes, even the gods themselves showed the path. She decided to trust her gut, and aiming her blade. she thrust it with all her might, aiming for Brutus' heart. "Go!" She yelled at the more-than-possibly empowered Brutus. "Sunder them!"