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Khaine, Oblivion Depths
While in mid-dive Khaine could not see his opponent so he did not know how they evaded this attack, but he knew he had missed when he slammed full force into the ground. A crater was left around the point of impact and Khaine rolled free. Instantly he was back on his feet, using his excellent combat awareness to instantly locate his opponent even as they launched a counteroffensive. A flick of his wrist summoned forth a wall of black steel in front of the attack, and Titanica's fist was caught by this wall. For a moment it seemed as if it would hold, but then it was ripped away and launched forward. Khaine was struck by his own wall and launched backwards, skidding accross the ground before he was able to flip back onto his feet mid-fall. He hissed, steam releasing itself from beneath his visor. He was mostly undamaged, but for a simple punch to have blown through his defences like that. Even without buildup or momentum his opponent possessed a strength that vastly outmatched his own. And was it just him, or was she getting faster? If that was the case, one of his few advantages was slipping away from him. If she got much faster than this it would be quite difficult to escape. Without the aid of his Traveller's Stone he would be unable to move through his own portals.
If he wanted to survive he needed to keep on the offensive, try and wear down Titanica before her speed grew to the point where he was no longer able to outmanoeuvre them. Reaching forward he called forth a wall of spears from the ground beneath his opponent's feet. The floor was transformed into a field of vicious spikes, their tips heated in the flames of Hell. Whether Titanica had leapt into the sky or been skewered by the spikes was irrelevant, his strategy remained the same. The only point to those spears had been to reduce Titanica's mobility. Reaching out he called forth perhaps his most powerful weapon from the depths of Hell.
From flashing red light and sulfurous smoke emerged what appeared to be a massive cannon. It's three-meter barrel was inscribed with glowing runes, and the powerful electromagnets emitted a high-pitched whine. Chains and bars shot out of the ground to both secure and stabilise the weapon, as Khaine sat behind the controls. It was a fusion of demonic magic and machina technology, created by captured and corrupted human scientists and adapted for Khaine's personal use. The devastating power of this railcanon had been used to strike great angelic generals from the skies and cast them down to earth, earning it the name Godfall. These engines were cooled by the frigid winds of the everfrozen traitor's Hell in the ninth circle. And Titanica was right in the sights.
With a short whir and a devastating blast a meter-long pointed shaft of metal was launched at Titanica, accelerated to speeds far beyond that of sound by the high-powered electromagnetic coils within the weapon's immense barrel. Even if the weapon's aim was hard to adjust it had been summoned in the exact right position, and fired in the instant of it's summoning. The blackened spear used as a projectile would pierce practically anything it hit, slicing through meters of rock like it was butter.
Khaine doubted he'd get many more chances to use this thing, but if he managed to hit Titanica even a being such as her would feel this weapon's power. After all, it had been specifically designed to slay Gods.
