The Princes lash out with their respective powers: enormous blades and chains of energy, and great streams and explosive balls of fire. But they were like frail embers compared to the chaotic, splintering bolts of fire-lightning that rained down upon them from the fragments of the alien sun, shredding the cityscape behind them to pieces. It’s all the motivation I need to reach for the yellow sun and begin escaping this nightmare in earnest, taking full advantage of the distraction. The two Princes were battered back by the hailstorm of destruction, and that was without the alien even lifting a digit to attack.