The twin blasts of lightning strike firmly in her palms, lightning them up with a brilliant flare of crackling blue energy, and sending many pulses of electric pain through her body, stopping and restarting her heart almost at the same time. Her eyes light up, and for a brief moment, she appears to have a breath weapon of her own, and drops to the ground. Her hands are burned very painfully, and if not for the fortune of her heart restarting, she would have certainly died.<br/><br/>As it stands, the dragonkin lies unconscious, and unaware that her religion has just crumbled into nothing, now that she has been defeated in combat.<br/><br/>(As a matter of fact, I had scheduled for this victory to be the point where you gain a level anyway. Hear that "Ding" noise? That's the level you just gained  ;D Oh, and the reason she was so tough is that she was a CR 15 - that was a tough, draining battle indeed.)<br/><br/>Shyrath grunts, and looks down upon the would-be goddess.<br/><br/><strong>"Pathetic fool. Stepping up above your place. We will most certainly make sure you learn your position in life."</strong>