The All Knowing Goddess Ayla floated gracefully in the sky, her flowing silver hair and robe billowing in the wind. Her silver eyes looked down on James Bisonette, the mysterious patron of entertainment. "I don't understand why you would want to fight me, James," Ayla said gently. "There is no need for violence and bloodshed." James grinned wickedly and twirled his officer's dagger in his hand. "I do love a good challenge, Ayla. And besides, it's not every day that I get to fight a goddess." Ayla sighed and shook her head. She knew that James was not one to back down from a fight. "Very well then, let us begin." As the two opponents squared off, Ayla began to glow with a brilliant light. James watched in awe as she transformed into a being of pure energy, her infinite stamina powering her every move. But James was not one to be easily intimidated. He called forth his mercenary armies, ready to take down the goddess by any means necessary. "Attack!" he shouted. Ayla's silver eyes widened as she saw the oncoming army. She muttered a quick incantation under her breath and a shield of light surrounded her, protecting her from the onslaught. As the battle raged on, Ayla began to tire. She may have had infinite stamina, but her opponents never seemed to back down. James was a worthy adversary, his knowledge of ancient fighting techniques matched only by his seemingly endless resources. As she struggled to keep up with the attacks, Ayla remembered her true power. She closed her eyes and focused all of her energy into one powerful blast of light. The blast hit James head-on, sending him crashing to the ground. Ayla landed gracefully beside him, her feet making no sound as she walked. "Please, James," she said, offering him a hand up. "There is no need for us to fight like this." James looked up at her, a newfound respect in his eyes. "You truly are a powerful goddess, Ayla," he said. "But I am grateful for the challenge you have given me. And who knows, maybe someday we will fight again." Ayla smiled and shook her head. "I hope not, James. But I respect your strength and determination. May we coexist peacefully from now on." With a final nod, Ayla flew off into the sky, leaving James to ponder their epic battle.