Kami looks down at this girl, feeling the waves of power emanating from her. What a cocky little brat. He would have to slaughter her, as a matter of policy if nothing else. However, he knew that if he were to fight her here, undoubtedly some of his master's beloved playtoys would be damaged. While he himself couldn't care less, Bob would be most upset, and thus he would prefer to perform her excecution somewhere else. 
"Killing you here would be an inconvenience to me. Rift? Move us to the Graveyard." As Kami spoke, knowing that Rift had been monitoring his every move, purple energy erupted from a point in between Kami and the girl. It grew rapidly, enveloping both sides, and as it cleared they stood on what had been known as Aras Tul, a world that had served as the battleground between Bob and the alternate Matthijs known as 'satan'. 
The barren wasteland was covered in the corpses of the shapeshifters that had once worshipped Bob as a God, as well as the many armies Matthijs had called upon. The foul stench of death filled the air, making breathing nearly impossible, and the very floor was composed of corpses in various states of decay. Black magic had killed this world's sun, and had Kami been a human, the cold would have killed him nearly instantly. This was the Graveyard, a place of such vile decay that Kami had made it his excecution grounds, a fitting place for a dog to be buried, among nameless rabble, soon forgotten.
"Welcome, girl, to your future. Now, shall we fight?" Kami glows up, the atoms around him crackling, their power leaking out in a massive aura of glowing power. Simply being near Kami would give most humans radiation poisoning.