god tamer's title is more than an empty boast. before coming to the Coliseum, she'd learned ways to tame gods, genuinely. to fight them. to snare them. it wasn't enough to protect her from the inside when the oldlight crept into her dreams, but when she awoke without her beast and oldest companion and technical place as champion--even if the diseased rabble didn't seem to notice--she knew a god of hallownest had been the cause of it.
so she uses old spells of will and earth, entirely foreign to that land.
well. that's what i'm still deciding! in one case, she drags out the pale king and basically he has to adjust to being a fucked up pet for a while (insulting, infuriating, but also despairing) while she steals away through hallownest's ruins because she didn't actually think this through fully. it was just a move fueled by wanting to make the nearest god hurt and she's sickened by the smell of the coliseum now so. leaving. with this fucker, who apparently used to rule it. been doing a shit job, obviously, if he wasn't the one clawing in her head himself.
in the other, moderately more fluffy version, she gets sucked into the void herself and awakens the slumbering lord of shades, aka ghost and the siblings, and she's now swarmed by a million baby shades that are a little more sapient and aware now that they're linked together. they're fascinated and don't care that she keeps stabbing them all while the knight is trying to figure out what's going on, how did that one person they beat up ages ago get here, what. huh