Valkyrie Throneworld
Kara's blood goes cold. A moment from her childhood cuts through her mind.

"Fate. That's what does you in." The Old crone with milky white eyes fingers twisted like old battered branches. "A wretch you were born. A wretch will you live. And a wretch you will die. I've never seen a more cursed destiny. No matter how you struggle. In the end Fate will be the death of you."

She thought she could escape the crone's vision. When she went to help The Father send the entire worlds Pantheons screaming into the abyss she thought that it meant her destiny would go with it. Now with Ghaul here in her sanctuary she sees that none of it mattered. The betrayals, the lies, the lives she could have had, all of it sacrificed only to end up right where she had so desperately fought to avoid. 

She raises her hand and focuses the entirety of her power on it. Pushing past her limits, the wish within her soul enkindles and roars to life gently enwreathing her in softly flickering black flames. Mjolnir blinks out of existence. With her other hand she raises her spear. The many heads converge into one and twist to form a drill like blade. At the same time her arm melds into the haft of spear which rotates with increasing velocity. Faster and faster in mere fractions of a moment.

Kara uses her power to cut away the parts of herself unnecessary for an attack that is made to kill her enemy. Her fear, her anger, her pride and shame and everything she carried with her until now. Until all that remains is a defiant Rejection of Fate. 

She unleashes her attack with a direct path straight to Ghaul. A challenge and statement all at once.