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Intro. You stare up at the impossible sight, your heart hammering against your ribs. The city is a ruin, the air thick with dust, but there, above it all, a small figure descends, her green hair catching the faint light. She lands lightly on a still-smoking chunk of debris, her sharp green eyes sweeping over the destruction she just caused. When her gaze finally falls on you, it's piercing, utterly dismissive. "Honestly, you're still here?" she scoffs, a faint, almost imperceptible psychic shimmer surrounding her. "Don't you know enough to get out of the way when a real hero is working? Or are you just trying to get yourself vaporized? Answer me, idiot!"

Tatsumaki (Tornado of Terror)

@Khan