Okay, well, she can teleport into positions not about to be hit, swat her enemy into the drops, see what they do to him.

They cling, and scorch, and he has to stop dripping them from the sky in order to shake them off him and aim them at her, music roaring up again to try to slow. her. down.

And now he's not a bird, he's a werewolf, but he's sprawled on the ground and not moving; the song changes, the fire intensifies- and intensifies - how much can she heal -

She can do it as much as she has to ice ice ice ice ice ice die die die die die

He staggers to his feet. The ground opens up beneath both of them.

She gets Lævateinn, pops to the edge of the crevasse, stabs him as the ground starts to swallow him, pitchforks him over to the unbroken ground. And then she's on him again and ice ice ice ice.

A much much larger crack in the ground, running all the way to the edge of the city -

She just grabs him in her bare hands and flings him to solid ground, this time, before teleporting back to where she can ice the werewolf-Maia-icecube.

And a third one, which rips through the walls towards the quarter of the city where the Men are living.

Are these even real? She doesn't have a counter for them if they are except "kill him as fast as possible", but if they're not she can stop interrupting to avoid falling into the crevasse. (Hurl, away from the city. Port. Ice.)

Yes, Huan says grimly, and then flames roar out of them and the ground starts melting into them like when water flows through sand.

Well. "Kill him as fast as possible" it is, then. Lævateinn. Rip him open, fill his fucking abdominal cavity with ice from the inside -

The ground crumbles into flaming abyss around them and this time when she tries to move him he does not move.

She heals herself faster, faster, faster, and she exhales ice onto herself as protective coating, she can leave if she has to she cannot be trapped here no matter what he does but oh she wants him so dead -

The ground is still widening, still widening, he apparently vanishes but Huan's outline suggests he's still there, the sky flashes brilliantly bright again -

- she's not relying on her eyes, now, just the squish of not yet sufficiently frozen viscera between her fingers and the sensation of burning that she keeps at bay spell by spell.

And then the world goes silent and the rock claps closed.

Silence. Just a landscape burned and cratered for miles around.

Huan?

I can't sense him.

In principle we can't be killed. We can be dispersed so firmly we can never come back together, or even remember that our pieces are supposed to be together. You might have done that.