Dish towers all around the block began to fall down one after another. The first few crashed down violently, and caused all manner of debris to get flung around. The dishes themselves were reduced to massive hunks of useless scrap, and allowed beams of Photon energy to beam down directly onto the planet.
The shadowy canopy began to have a handful of holes in it, and the bright golden Ray shone down from above, and began to very slowly slag the titanium carbide towers that lay wrecked under them.
Almost nothing could directly withstand such pure energies, except perhaps raw omnitronium. Of course even that would eventually melt down, though it would take years to do so.
“You know, no matter how many thugs you send at me,” Freya taunted That Idiot, “They’ll just end up crippled, or with their bones broken, or shot to pieces, or burned to a crisp. All of them. You really oughta just quit while you’re ahead.”