"Remember! Don't interrupt when I'm speaking! It only makes you look rude and badly brought up!"
Little Annie controlled a giant magical hand, grabbing the fallen Superman by the head and lifting him into the air. Staring at his bloodied, bruised face from up close, she rebuked him word by word.
Clearly, she was furious about the Heat Vision attack he had launched without so much as a warning.
Although she had attacked first, for someone of the chaotic alignment, things like who was right, who was wrong, or who struck first had never mattered.
What mattered was that what you did made her extremely unhappy, so she was going to beat you up badly.
In other words, people of the chaotic alignment never cared about reason or logic. Emotion always outweighed rationality for them, and they did whatever they wanted on a whim.
"Cough, cough, cough—You... who are you?"
The fallen Superman had clearly injured his lungs. Blood foam kept spurting from his mouth and nose as he endured the pain and demanded an answer.
He simply could not believe that he, the embodiment of power and invincibility, had been so easily defeated by a little girl who did not even look that old.
Especially that mysterious energy capable of piercing his body of steel—it made him realize for the first time that he was not a "god," but merely a Kryptonian slightly stronger than ordinary humans.
"Annie. That is the name Father gave me.
"And don't think your genes and the Codex of Krypton are anything special.
"Nor should you let all those mortals praising you as some so-called god among men make you lose sight of who you are.
"With your laughable magical resistance, before a true god—even a Demigod with only Minor Divine Power—you would not