[The goddess watches, arms folded in front of her, expression placid and tranquil. He's strong like Vegeta of course, and he's fast. But, she knows better than to hope too much.
When he comes away her lip twitches and she resists the urge to laugh. He really is a goofball...]
It is, isn't it.
[She raises a hand, flicking her fingers towards it and unleashes a torrent of lightning the size of a bus at it. It strike the barrier with a crackling, popping sound, but it's absorbed just like the blow from his fist.]
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When he comes away her lip twitches and she resists the urge to laugh. He really is a goofball...]
It is, isn't it.
[She raises a hand, flicking her fingers towards it and unleashes a torrent of lightning the size of a bus at it. It strike the barrier with a crackling, popping sound, but it's absorbed just like the blow from his fist.]
And it's equally resistant to magic.