It was a slaughter. Normally, you'd expect gods to lay waste to any mortal that dares to challenge them. Compared to them, mortals are weak, fragile, and even if they reach the peak of their species, still aren't able to hold a candle to a god.
This wasn't the case in this moment.
No god was able to even defend against the onslaught that was Amaya's fury. She moved so fast that even Kai had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing things correctly. Now, he could see her perfectly fine, but he wasn't expecting her to move so fast.
Her wind magic, the magic that she was the best at, was wrapped around her body, and that was it. She did NOTHING with the magic. She didn't cast any spells, didn't use it to increase her speed or strength, and she didn't even coat her claws with it.
What she did do was move fast, so fast that the wind simply cut up anyone or anything in her way because of her speed. So when the gods tried to jump her, they were torn to shreds.
