"Weak-bloods like you have no right to challenge me." Primal Seth'Aramir looked at Primal Dimitri and gave him a cold, condescending sneer.
CRACK!!
The massive circular table around which the Primals sat disappeared into a cloud of dust under Primal Dimitri's highly precise energy outburst.
At the Primal level, they were all capable of pulverizing planets.
Exertions of anger no longer took the form of pure damage outbursts, but were instead shows of other aspects of power such as speed, or in Primal Dimitri's case, an aggressive show of his incredible control.
Primal Seth'Aramir raised her hand slightly and with an even more impressive display of ability, she reversed Primal Dimitri's destruction of the table!
Whoosh.
The table reappeared as though nothing happened.
Primal Dimitri stood up with an extremely ugly expression on his face.
"Seth'Aramir." He began.
