First of all, it isn’t smited; it’s smote. You want your enemies to be smote. Not smitten, either. If your enemies are smitten by you, you will never get rid of them. So you need them smote.
Second. Sober up. There is not smooting while drunk. It just doesn’t work. You end up smitten by yourself. Which gets you Narcissus. That’s trouble because you will spend the rest of your life looking in the mirror and there will be no smoting of any kind. Your wife will kill you, too.
It seems you want some kind of smoting god or demon. Zeus is the big one, of course, He smotes with lightning bolts. The original lasersaber, except he never messed around with some kind of sword fighting. He just threw his bolts and was done with it. That’ll smote you but good.
On the other hand, there’s Smoteward. He is the vice-demon in charge of smoting and chocolate cake. Don’t ask me how chocolate cake was part of his portfolio, I just made him up and that’s what came out. I did have a chocolate chip cookie this afternoon. From Starbucks. It wasn’t all that great.
Maybe that’s why Smoteward is so pissy and always spoiling for a smote. He can’t get any decent cake. Or maybe he’s a drunk and Dionysus got all the chicks… uh… beer. Chocolate cake and beer. I dunno. Not my cup of tea.
Anyway, Smoteward will have your enemies smoten just as soon as he eats his cake, or drinks his beer, or the next one, or the one after that….
Hey, you said you were drunk, right? Couldn’t this just wait until tomorrow? It’s too nice a night to go out smoting. Have another brew.