Giantess Esdeath

The Imperial Arms were the most powerful weapons in existance, but among them there is an Imperial arms that far surpassed the others. This arms was known as the growth arms. Esdeath is a woman who believes that streangth can and will overcome all and those with power should reap the rewards of life, this is why she acquired the most powerful arms to subdue all. "Only a being of my stature is truely worthy of wielding the strongest amoung the arms." She did not waste time, she dressed comfortably and sat on her favorite chair, she then activated the power of the arms. She began to grow and grow, until she streatched pass the clouds. Destructive quakes ripped through the city. She looked down at the tiny structures below her and snickered in satisfaction, knowing the structures below her were sky- scrapers, most of which didn't go pass her ankles. "So this is how it feels to be a giant, no a goddess. You all will submit to me. Worship me or die, those are your only choices. You can choose to fight, but let me show you how foolish it would be to do so." She lowered her gigantic foot into the city. Her slender toes curled above thousands below her titanic form. Her wiggling toes generated violent air currents. Storming winds packed with the pungent aroma of her moist, beautiful toes roared through the streets reducing all below her into debris. She giggled at the chaos that she had caused. She then noticed a large tower standing below her. She was not pleased with something staning beyond her ankles. She lowered her foot onto the tower and then pushed her toes into the tower, severing it without any effort. Human bodies were smashed into paste by the tips of her mighty toes. Tiny people rained onto her peddicured nails, where they popped into red stains on contactact. She watched amused of the tiny people struggling to survive her foot. The people begged to be spared, but she only smirked at the futile pleas. She slowly pushed the tips of her toes Fon to the crowd of begging tinies. Their bodies werebeing mercilesy ficrushed, while shelaughed at the weaklings beneath her die like bugs.