A god-killing machine

BAM! Alice punched Primos's face so hard that her arm exploded, flinging him away like a small stone. "This is it!" Primos said, stopping himself with a flame jet from his back.

Alice glared forward with a growl, and her arms instantly regenerated. "Don't push yourself too hard," Cain shouted.

"You're too soft on her," Amaterasu stared at him.

"I'm not soft. I'm reasonable," Cain replied, "She was sick and barely able to walk four months ago."

"What would that change?" Amaterasu glared at Cain, smiling.

"Four months is barely enough for someone to recover from a broken bone, let alone be up and trading blows with gods," Cain flew toward Amaterasu, "Alice and all the girls here had excellent growth. I dare say far more than you, gods. I understand that you are trying to push her over the limit, but I fear you might break her."

"You know that she isn't even close to her full potential,"