The golden heart flickered. The connection between Batista and the gods weakened.
"Finish him, Aurora." The black cat's deep voice echoed.
"Gladly."
All the clear Death Ice snowflakes in the air pointed at Batista. The skeletal elk used all of her power to push Lightstorm to the maximum of its potential.
The Whitestorm slowed Batista down and dealt Death Ice damage to him. The Lightstorm pierced into Batista bodies and turned him into a sponge.
Without Fate, he was no longer able to withstand the devastating power of Aurora. A Psychic was not specialized in durability. And Batista wasn't a Psycho-Blade User or that he did develop his body.
The first member of the Von Schattenberg was no more.
Arturo slammed into Bash. The heavy armored Psychic came into contact with the huge body of the Infernal Demon.
Surprisingly enough, Bash was the one that got pushed back. His large feet scraped on the highway.
"You very strong." Bash breathed heavily.
