But that changed as the yellow flame enveloped my body. He was pulled up into the air more than he flew, as if he were a marionette yanked by the strings, yet he was still in full control of his flight. His arm reached up, his sun crushed back together into a single unstable mass again, and it began to funnel a blinding quantity of power into his outstretched hand. The energy elongated and took shape, forming into an enormous, building-sized spear of unstable power. Unable to thrust such a thing at his present size, he instead uses the sun’s connections to pull it back and stab it into the ground, right between the two Princes. It bites into the city with an enormous blast, evenly split between kinetic energy and it’s sheer power as it destroyed several buildings in the blink of an eye. But rather than retrieving it, or splintering it further to continue the assault, the towering shard of volatile, arcing energy remained planted in the ground, and it’s numerous solar connections continued to funnel incredible amounts of power into it. In the span of only seconds, it’s width and brightness had more than doubled, and I could hear a very high-pitched electric whine coming from it as it’s arcs became longer and more destructive, and the dark clouds from before began to be sucked into orbit around it. Indeed, a strong wind had developed outside, pulling incredible quantities of air towards the spear in an intense, tornadic vortex, strong enough to pull that enormous sky ship into it’s orbit and break it apart into pieces under the sheer force, adding to the developing ring of electrified and burning debris.