Ishtar found her claws sailing past where they should have connected, and tore into flesh ... receiving, instead a blow that caught her under-chin and launched into the ceiling; a plume of vaporized ice and shards of the same raining down from above from the impact.
Despite the miss however, the Oni definitely noticed an ... improvement of a fashion.
Though as she made to pry herself from the wreckage of the celining, Ishtar felt her energy -- again -- begin to be siphoned away; the Goddess of Ruination turning to it time and again as perhaps a mean to tip the scales in her favor ... and at that, Ishtar flashed a smile from her 'hiding place'.
"Hungry ? I can help with that ..."
Obscured by the icy mist that had resulted from her impact, the Goddess of Ruination would find shards of ice launched at her by Ishtar ... while at the same time sensing that the Oni was beginning to drain the ambient energy from the room.
OT: Civilization's End, next post.