Draiss' moves only got more powerful, and by extension sloopier, the longer he fought, revealing the reason he forced himself to be in complete control all the time. All that passion, all that emotion, the millisecond he let go, he put everything into obliterating the opponent before him. It had been a problem during the beginning of his run as Orkenbane, before he had learned to control it, but this was the first time he completely lost control as a god. He had always had a portion of himself held back, holding on, carefully guiding it, but now, all that remained was desire to burn the creature before him into ashes so thoroughly that it died retroactively, years before, just to avoid the pain. Every blow only made him use even more of his power, parts of the mountain tearing loose and floating skyward, as he continued to drive the creature back, off his mountain, into the plains where he could use everything without concern for collateral, nevermind the nearby towns.