<Snipped quote by System>
*you find it enters an amaranthine portal, with another one opening inches away from you, as your own attack is thrust into your side, as my eye darts toward you*
such conventional attacks, do you wield no other power, weakling?
I'm really more of an espionage type girl, but if you insist...
*Water spews from the point of impact until crisscrossing jets of water as large as your body pepper the area, leaving riptides suspended in the air and weaving around each other, leaving no room to move without being caught up in one of their breakneck currents, within which the tides move at different rates, tearing all matter that gets caught in their wake into fine dust*