The Mountain's stone fist whistled past Grace's ear, close enough to ruffle her hair and give her a preview of what getting punched by a statue would feel like.
Grace wanted to avoid that if she could.
[Okay, think. Last time I went into someone's mind, I almost got brain-fried fighting the Tempest's emotional baggage. Do I really want to dive into solid rock's psyche?]
Grace ducked another swing, her newly acquired Earthshaker Gauntlets humming with divine energy. The Mountain was getting faster. Angrier.
Perfect.
"Is that all you've got?" Grace taunted, dancing backward across the cavern floor. "My grandma hits harder, and she's been dead for years!"
"SILENCE." The Mountain's voice echoed off the walls like an avalanche.
"Make me! Oh wait, you can't. Because that would require doing something different for once in your eternal existence!"
