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Tatsumaki  

“fight, on… fight- ” At first, Mob thought it was an earthquake. The ground shuddered with small, unevenly spaced vibrations before picking up into one violent motion that knocked him back a pace. He felt the concrete scrape across the palms of his hands on impact. The sidewalk, the road, the trees in the surrounding area all darkened but there was no cloud in the sky. Instead, what he saw looked like a prehistoric giant, floating hundreds of feet above, and his heart gave a painful lurch in panic. His eyes widened. It was huge.

Tatsumaki had felt the inital rumblings of the monster’s arrival shortly before she’d gotten the call to deal with it.  She’d have probably gone to check out the issue on her own, but it was just as well that she be officially dispatched to take care of it.  It meant a bit more to her paycheck, after all, though that was only half the satisfaction.

The ugly thing had already smashed up some buildings by the time she arrived.  She’d just have to make sure it wouldn’t be able to touch them again.  Flying right into the eye of its destructive storm- floating in the air within a couple steps and a swatting arm of it- the raising of one arm saw it enveloped in a similar green aura to the one she herself wore.  Its startled cries echoed around the city as its feet left the ground, body writhing about in a desperate attempt to escape the hold that raised it higher and higher.

“Quit making a scene,” she snapped at the monster, more like an annoyed parent than a hero dealing with a threat to the people.  “You’ll just be spending your final moments embarrassing yourself.”  As if trying to get one last victory in, the monster threw two chunks of a large building it had been swinging around like a conductor possessed.  Though the pieces of the buildings sailed fast toward the city- one careening directly toward a certain middle schooler who’d stopped for a jogging break- it took less than a second for the momentum to come to a halt.  Both chunks of the building- now enveloped in the same green aura- shot back at the beast, striking into and crumbling against its body, forcing a pained roar from its throat.  From there, a twist of her hand sent the psychic energy around it swirling, tearing through monster flesh like wet tissue and utterly destroying the thing.

Are you into haughty villains who wear their sadistic tendencies on their sleeve? Queens who walk the walk just as surely as they talk the talk? What about women with hypnotic dispositions, who’d just love to have you at their beck and call?