Methuselah
Damn, he just couldn't land a hit on her. It was fine if he went all out now, what mattered wasn't that the mall or propriety was damaged, but that the people are safe. As long as there are people, there can always be a city. What is broken can be rebuilt, but a city without people is no different than a graveyard. Even if he'd rather not flatten this whole place, another failure would not be tolerated.
Be it man, monster, demon or even a god, he would not let anyone desecrate the wonders of man.
He landed on the cold rock ground. Good, there was still strength to be pulled, this vessel was quite excellent. A spiraling gale blew the smoke and dust away from him, and his own shadow contorted and bubbled until it grew out of his body, charging and morphing into a fearsome beast. Dozens of crimson eyes opened at once, and an humongous hound of darkness bulged from his shoulders, twisting around and convulsing in a monstrous manner, surrounding the god's body before stretching and leaping at its target with full intent to devour her.
The shadow roared, what it lacked in speed in precision, it made up with sheer size. A cramped mall like this was ill suited to avoid such a massive beast. The only option was to power through and meet its charge.