If someone can force me into a ritual like that? Then they're probably someone you'd enjoy fighting anyway.

[And then with a final burst of frustration she finishes charging that shot, spiritual energy and wind fusing together and let loose in a torrent of lightning-filled air that tears a perfect, neat hole through a dozen slabs of metal in the chamber before finishing with a deafening explosion of lightning that turns a final one into superheated slag.]

There. That's enough destructive force to finish a small army, I should think.