When Arad finished his pushups, Kali jumped away from his back and approached one of her archons. She looked at the tall woman with a smile, inspected her arms and legs for a second, and then slapped her on the butt, sending her toward Arad. "Go, and don't embarrass yourself."
The archon sighed, "Really? I'll just get it done with." She threw a glance toward Arad, who was exhausted to the bones and panting. "I can see why your divinity loves him, but he is far too weak compared to you."
She clenched a fist, engulfed it with divine magic, and flashed toward Arad at blinding speed. "Especially when tired."
But her fist missed and flew right past Arad's head. The mere shockwave of her attack tore the ground behind him and set the golden ground ablaze. The archon blinked, and the others watching did the same as her face burned bright red.
