After a moment of deliberation, Misha simply nodded and pulled away to give him more space, and she said, "I'll run distraction. I don't know if you can obliterate it like a Norse god can, but you aren't a pushover, either."

The Destroyer, which had merely been observing their conversation, suddenly started to rumble. It grew into a soft roar to match the glow burning from inside while its face opened into a maw of destruction, spewing a bolt of fire at them. Misha was quick to pull her energy around like a shroud to phase through matter and energy that would otherwise incinerate her, but she could only hope Victor would fucking dodge.