A brief moment of thought would not affect the outcome. This monster still encased in its translucent egg sac was no match for Deathstroke.
Its strength was actually decent. In a state of extreme wrath, the strange fish broke out of its shell and quickly evolved into its complete form. Just as Deathstroke had said, it was indeed a very ugly mermaid, and even underwater, it sprayed streams of foul-smelling fluid.
At the same time, it had grasped some of The Void's concepts. That was probably the tiny bit of authority Pralaya had passed on to her. But clearly, aside from turning the beauty of the Little Mermaid fairy tale into nothingness, she had no other effect.
It was a god that had only just been born, while the Sorcerer Supreme was the best at dealing with demon gods. Now it did not even possess the advantage gods generally had—intelligence. What could it possibly use to fight a professional?
This pitch-black monster was a little more creative than those severed hands and feet from before. At least it looked more human, but that was all.
If Pralaya wanted to use this monster to prove her identity as a mother, it would probably only have the opposite effect. After all, aside from being pitch-black and evil-natured, that Goddess was actually rather pretty by human standards of beauty.
"Keep barking! Why are you barking like a dog?! Wait till I rip up some kelp to use as whips and beat you with them. Then we'll see if you obediently go pick sponges!"
Three seconds later, Deathstroke had grabbed the monster by the throat and was viciously slapping it across the face. Its enormous fish tail and dozens of octopus-like tentacles were lashing him at the same time, but their strength and durability