Well.  If the words weren’t enough, conjuring up some sort of massive, diamondite lance-thing was certainly an indication of hostile intent.  All right then – game on.

Tracking her foe(s) with her Mind’s Eye, Meteor’s perusal of the island turned up the usual profusion of improvised armaments ready to hand.  With the bulk of the island between her and her new foe, Meteor was free to strike with relative impunity – though she was not nearly so naïve as to expect that to last.  Nevertheless…the first blow was hers.

On the curve of beach facing Not-Quite-Corban, a dozen coconuts fell from a dozen palm trees in a wide arc, over two hundred meters from end to end.  The fruit descended barely a meter from their trees before accelerating at NQCorban with sharp [i]crack![/i]s of violently displaced air.  Hardened by Meteor’s will, the tropical cannonballs would hit like [i]actual[/i] cannonballs, striking in a pair of six-shot salvos timed and physically spaced out such that no single motion or position of the diamondite lance would catch all of the projectiles in either salvo.  One way or another, the woman was going to be struck if she didn’t put up a hefty defense indeed.  Invested with the mentalist’s will, the projectiles were under her direct control the entire time, moving as easily as she moved her arms or legs – no last-second hairline dodges would suffice to clear the path of these coconut spurts.  When they landed, it was gonna hurt.

Meteor herself drifted along her own beach, never staying still, as she focused on directing her attack and keeping track of her foe.  Her senses brushed over the whole of the island, searching for tricks or hidden traps while cannonuts bombarded her foe.  A simple opening salvo, more a probing of NQCorban’s defenses than anything else…though it wouldn’t stop any cannonuts that struck home from pulverizing flesh and shattering bone.  Nothing [i]immediately[/i] fatal, yet…but certainly enough to cripple and end the contest then and there, should NQCorban prove sloppy.