The iron-like thorny rattans were dancing in the sky like lightning strikes. They had crushed a lot of surrounding things.
The demonic rattan was like a small mountain with many strong, terrifying vines. They looked rigid enough to resist different energy attacks. The lightning strikes that the woman had used couldn't scratch it much.
While those vines were moving it the air, they narrowed her available space. Gradually, she lost space to hide.
The vines had a lot of sharp thorns. When they passed by her, they brought gusts of wind that blew her body and made her shiver. When those rattans touched her blue dresses that were made of some special materials they were cut open.
Her blue dress was torn, revealing her soft, creamy white skin.
She became more anxious, her breathing disordered. Her soul altar became turbulent. The dispute between her Lightning and Ice powers Upanishad emerged, which reduced the power of her attacks.
