"Then... doesn't it also depend on whether the targets you're dealing with can be easily defeated?
I don't think you'll succeed.
When you fall out, remember to set off a couple of lightning fireworks for us to see, Your Excellency, Lord of Storms." Dove shrugged indifferently, her fingers moving with lightning speed... Three arrows shot from her adamantine longbow at once, streaking straight toward Talos's freshly scarred eyes.
As she expected, even though Talos wasn't afraid of her arrows, he had always protected his single eye, and still instinctively dodged.
Taking advantage of the opening, Dove quickly drew her bow twice more... once at Garagos, and once at Daurgothoth.
"Talos!" Garagos had more nerve than Daurgothoth, who only dared to keep his head down and fight, so he was more forceful in his attitude toward the Lord of Storms. "Since when have you started pitying women? Don't forget what you promised me!"
The Lord of Storms gave a cold snort, and two longswords wrapped in frost appeared in his hands... As the Goddess of Magic's Chosen, Dove was naturally immune to lightning.
Although the Seven Sisters' information varied in detail, Faerûn still had records concerning this matter. At the very least, the Gods did.
So Talos had never intended to confront the calmest and most rational commander among the Seven Sisters from the start.
Not to mention that this lady was renowned throughout the world for her mastery of swordsmanship and archery.
The Lord of Storms' personality was well known. He was only brutal toward the weak. As long as someone showed toughness, feared no death, and displayed the courage to fight to the bitter end, even a Demigod could drive away his true form.
Death was the one thing Mystra's Seven Sisters feared least.
As long as the Magic