A torrent of air blasted outwards from the impact of Cratos' fist against the unbreakable hand of pure diamond. As the cloud of stone dust retreated, the flashes of lightning were able to light up the battle, causing Alexandra's dazzling new body to shine like a disco ball.

She had returned to her regular height, which still allowed her to tower over the lazy paladin as she naturally stood over 7 feet tall. From head to toe, her skin was entirely composed of diamonds, even including her eyes and her once obsidian hair.

Her arm trembled as the lazy Paladin tried to force his fist forwards. All of the strength and defensive ability of her giant form had been compressed into this dazzling new form, except for the parts that she expelled as bullets of course.

But even with that increased strength, her trembling arm was gradually starting to bend and her feet scraped across the ground as she was pushed backwards. Although, even though she was at a disadvantage, Alexandra still smirked and dug in her heels, bringing her movement to a stop.

"My turn ya damn Cyborg!"

Her fist launched forwards, her knuckles tipped with jagged diamonds, to that when Cratos inevitably caught her haymaker, those diamond knuckles tore through his flesh and stabbed against his bones.

Despite the cold gemstone making up her skin, Alexandra could feel the warm trickles of blood against her fingers, oozing from the fresh wounds of his palm, yet the masked Paladin made no grunts of pain.

With both of their hands restrained, Cratos lunged forwards with his head again, and at the same time Alexandra leaned back to avoid the obvious headbutt. A smirk played on her lips as, while she was leaning back, she quickly brought up one of her feet.

A headbutt was a good call, but there was a much better weak spot she could target. Especially against someone who had no armour and was relying entirely on his tough body. And, unlike Alexandra, he had no extra defensive powers to shield him, just strength and tough bones.

Just like her fists, Alexandra's foot was covered in jagged diamonds. So, when she thrust it up between his legs, where there were no tough bones and simply soft flesh, and thousands of nerve endings, it hurt even more than it usually did.

Diamonds tore through his clothing and pierced his soft, flesh. It tore apart his most precious organ as her kick followed through, the diamond tips even impaling into his tailbone as she delivered a devastating kick to the balls that turned his precious sausage into little more than mince meat.

Not only did that make him do a little more than grunt in pain, but it also finally made him move in more than the laziest fashion.

A muffled scream of agonising pain, the type you would naturally associate with your meat being tenderised, came from underneath his mask and drowned out the wheezing pumps of the backpack that was doing his breathing for him.

His hand released Alexandra's fist, clutching desperately at his ruined privates, as he stumbled backwards and hunched over in pain. Even without meaning it, his simple steps backwards were cracking and shattering the ground behind him.

Using her now free hand, Alexandra grasped the hose leading from his mask tight and ripped it downwards. She was trying to rip the hose from his throat, but it was simply too tight in there, forcing him to stumble forwards again, where she met his approaching head with a rising knee that snapped his head backwards.

A cyan serpent slithered around her body before leaping onto the staggering Cratos, immediately wrapping around his head like an anaconda as Cynthia engulfed his head in her slimy embrace.

The slime's acid rapidly began to eat away at the mask and metal blindfold, as well as the flesh underneath.

Cratos quickly descended into panic, his hands clawing at the gelatinous ooze covering his head as the wheezing backpack struggled to pump fast enough to keep up with his bodies urge to hyperventilate.

Alexandra stepped forwards, thrusting a front kick towards the slime headed man, only for her foot to stop in the air a few inches away from his stomach. Her leg trembled, fighting against the invisible force, before that same invisible force wrapped around her leg and lifted her from the ground.

It lifted her like a rag doll, whipping her body through the air, before launching her away and sending the diamond Amazonian crashing through trees and skipping across the ground.

The one-eyed psychic descended silently from the skies, landing infront of the panicking Paladin with an irritated expression on his face.

"Stop moving! You're wasting your power! Stop panicking and stop making!"

He held his hands in front of him, trying to use his powers to restrain his own companion instead of rescuing him. A mistake he came to regret when the slime covering Cratos' head spewed a stream of sizzling acid straight into the the psychics face.

The psychic turned just before it hit him, saving his good eye, but still took the stream of acid directly in the face. He let out a hellish scream as it ate away at his flesh, bubbling and steaming as it consumed him.

He quickly erected a telekinetic shield in front of him, stopping the rest of the steam, and tore the acid from his face with the same power, stopping it before it could eat him entirely. But even with his speed, half of his face was twisted and mangled.

Holes were in his face, showing the bone beneath. His cheek was gone, leaving nothing but a hole that showed his mouth and teeth, giving him the appearance of a twisted grimace. The straps of his eye patch had been melted, causing it to fall and show the grisly, torn apart eye lid and black, hollow socket that was hiding underneath.

"You miserable, disgusting abomination!"

With a thrust of the Psychic's hand, a telekinetic wave cascaded over Cynthia and surrounded her completely, stopping her from leaving. As he clenched his fingers, the unseen force invaded her gelatinous body, as he searched for something particular.

A sadistic smirk danced on his lips as he flexed his fingers outwards and a small marble shot out of Cynthia's body and into his hands.

As soon as it was in his grasp, the jelly glob surrounding the Paladins head wriggled once, before losing all of its solidity and simply schlopped off of his head. It fell to the ground like a liquid, where it stayed as it spread outwards, all sense of form and cohesion completely lost.

He rolled the marble in his hands and could feel the psychic waves pouring out of it. The thoughts of fear and panic. The psychic couldn't help but chuckle as he revelled in the terrified thoughts emanating from the helpless core of the slimeless slime girl.

Perhaps this was how those children felt when they pulled the legs off of spiders. It was the complete and utter control of something weaker than himself. It was the sense of superiority and power. It was intoxicating, and just felt so right.

It was a feeling that was completely ruined when the thoughts of fear and terror emanating from the helpless marble became tainted with a hint of smug amusement. As if she was laughing at a joke that he didn't understand.

The Psychic scowled deeply at the marble, wondering what she was finding so funny, when a rush of fear coarsed through his own body. His eye widened and he whirled his head around, just in time for a dark shadow to loom over his face, obscuring it in darkness.

You see, the thing about sonic booms is...

WHAM! BOOOOM!

The psychic barely managed to erect a telekinetic shield in front of his face, but didn't have nearly enough time to harden it enough to stop the baseball sized rock flying towards his head like a cannonball.

The baseball rock exploded into a hail of pebbles on contact as the psychic was thrown backwards, blood gushing from his head and pouring into his face. It dripped into his good eye, obscuring his vision in shades of red.

Not that he noticed all that much. As he lay on the ground, his crimson vision was multiplied and his head throbbed. He could barely think straight, his legs flailing and flopping uselessly as he tried to pull himself from the ground only to slip and plant his face in the dirt once again.

By the time his throbbing head had stopped producing that horrid ringing noise, he was being flipped over by a strong hand. But when he was flipped onto his back, his disorientated and blood soaked vision was not filled with the reassuring visage of his mask wearing companion.

Instead, he saw a diamond skinned Amazonian standing over him, her dazzling face twisted into an expression of complete and utter rage, as her gemstone fist smashed down onto his face.

That was the last thing he saw, as his vision went black the next second. But the fist continued to rain, as he could feel every single blow, until he felt nothing at all.