The Bannik crouched behind the wood stove of the banya, clutching a birch branch. Hearth Dominion. He was the grumpy spirit of the bathhouse, prone to scalding people who didn't say please. He saw a massive, serpentine form enter his steam room.
Nüwa, the Mother Goddess of Humanity, had to duck to fit inside. She was ancient, having once patched the broken sky with five-colored stones.
"Who enters without offering soap?" the Bannik hissed.
He threw a bucket of boiling water at the intruder. Steam Embrace.
Nüwa barely blinked. The water evaporated against her divine aura. "The plumbing here is inefficient," she observed.
The Bannik tried to throw hot stones.
Nüwa raised a hand. Clay-Spirit Imbuement.
She didn't fight the spirit; she commanded his environment. The stones of the stove, the tiles of the floor, and the clay of the walls suddenly sprouted arms and legs. They marched over to the terrified Bannik, picked him up by his scruff, and tossed him out into the snow.