C. C. Cowgirl
Queen of Feuds
Cosmestica went down to her knees and stared blankly. Her attacks was ineffective, one after the other. She looked at her hands and chest, then back up at Ice. Her enforced form had strength beyond what some Gods could barely believe and he parried her like nothing. From that moment, everything felt useless. What was the point of fighting on when her most powerful attacks was of none effect at all.
She stood up and clenched her fists against eachother. Her size and muscles reduced as she took human form. The will to fight on was removed the moment that she was proven ineffective. What point was there if she could not touch a simple competitor. How could she ever fight the creator? She kneeled and looked up against Ice.
"Make it quick as I have truly failed. However, I do know that Carl is still in there and that with the right amount of willpower he can break free. With that thought in my head, I can rest in peace. Good luck, Carl! I know we have never met, but I know you more well than you can imagine. I believe in you!"
She closed her eyes and waited for the worst. Her human form was as vournable as any normal human and there was no way that she could fight back those pillars in this form. Not right now. Her enforced form was her strongest and only effective one in this kind of environment. If it was ineffective then she had already lost. No point in taking time out of the inevitable. For all she knew, she could be warming him up.
Her etheral form was out of the question as she could do no damage in it. Her human form was vournable and he only had to get in a few punches and she would be dead. Her enforced form, which was her only hope, was proven outstrengthened and outendured, as all she had was her size, strength, weight and endurance. For her, hope was lost.
"Age. Fac ut gaudeam, Ice! - - - - - Aeternum vale, Carl!"