Kali and SuctionCupMan stare eachother down, SuctionCupMan smiling
SuctionCupMan: well bitch, you gonna make your move?
Kali: hmmmmm, first, let me start trying
Kali throws the sword of Intelligence aside, raising her hand up, Shiva smiling looking to the others three weapons, picking up the Trident, throwing it into the arena, it lands between the two, a explosion erupting upon it's landing, Kali grabbing it, sighing as she pulls it out, a burst of power erupting from her
Kali: I'll make your death quick
Kali bursts forward, going to strike but SuctionCupMan jumps over the attack, kneeing Kali in the face before kicking her away, landing and pulling out a grappling hook, shooting up at a building, getting to the top, hitting a button, a row of rocket launchers coming out, aiming at Kali
SuctionCupMan: YO BITCH, THINK YOU GOT A COUNTER FOR THIS
SuctionCupMan snaps as the rockets all fire
Heimdall: OH NO, HOW CAN OUR GODDESS MAKE IT OUT OF THIS ONE
Kali stares up at the rapidly approaching projectiles, smiling, spinning the Trident and throwing it, up
Kali: Trishul, pratiraksha
The Trident shifts, it's points becoming flat, she strikes forward, a shield forming around her blocking the explosion from the rockets
SuctionCupMan: what the, fancy little gadget you got there
Kali: thank you, Trishul is a truly valuable weapon, with it's three key abilities I won't need to go up another level to beat you
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Narrator: years ago, when the hindu pantheon was still new, Shiva rose to the top, and in the light of his new rule, the God of craftsmanship, Vishvakarma, presented him with a gift
Vishvakarma: my lord, please, I beg you accept my humble gift
Shiva: hmmmm, proceed
Vishvakarma: my lord, my son in law, Surya, has given me a rare material, fragments of his own divine heart so he could cool his temp for my daughter
Shiva: congrats, I'm glad those two are happy but, what did you make Vish?
Vishvakarma: my lord, I present my greatest weapon yet
Vishvakarma turns, pulling a blanket off a case, a Trident displayed
Vishvakarma: I call it, Trishul, the most powerful weapon our pantheon has ever known, with the power over the Physical, the Mental, and the Spirital, it is without a doubt a weapon fit only for you my lord
Shiva claps with both sets of hands, chuckling looking to Vishvakarma
Shiva: then it's the perfect gift
Vishvakarma: gift my lord?
Shiva: I'm not one for weapons, sorry to say
Shiva grabs Trishul, lifting it up
Shiva: besides, while it is powerful, it ain't on my level, not even close
Vishvakarma: yes my lord, it is far from it
Shiva: thank you, I'll be sure it's taken care of, have a nice day Vish
Vishvakarma: yes my lord
Narrator: and so Shiva gifted it to Kali upon their marriage, the weapon becoming a staple of Kalis fighting style
||end story||
Vishvakarma: this fight is over, with Trishul in her possession, no human could hope to beat her right
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