Then events took a rather unfortunate turn. I decided to join in the fun beating on Goku. I used Captain America's shield to swat him the butt. He howled like a baby! I was laughing so hard that I lost track of Wolverine. He managed to stop swirling and leap at me. Like the coward that he is, he attacked me from behind, slashing me with those damn claws of his.
Then some of the X-Men decided to meddle with my army. Storm, Rogue and Kitty Pryde got them to stop battling with the New Avengers and unite their forces against the Terminatrix and I. Goku got them all to focus their efforts on my ally. Ignoring me was of course their fatal mistake. Or rather it would have been if I wasn't busy clutching the slash wounds on my chest.
Those blasted meddling do-gooders managed to defeat the death machine. How, I don't know. Using ancient Vulcan techniques, I managed to focus my thoughts and block out my pain. I turned to face Goku. I was about to blast him into orbit when I noticed a rather odd look on his face. And his gaze seemed to be fixed over my shoulder.
"What are you looking at?!" I demanded.
"There's a purple dragon about the size of a small dog flying behind you," he said.
"Ha! You expect me to believe that?"
Suddenly the sound of roaring flames filled my ears. My posterior began to feel unmistably warmer. Much, much warmer. I whirled around to see a flying purple . . well I guess dragon is the only thing I could call it . . hovering behind me, flames coming out if it's mouth.
I would like to think I kept my dignity but it's very hard to concentrate on composure when your pants are on fire. Obviously this battle had somehow turned.
I used my powers to scoop up all the shattered pieces of the Terminatrix and fly us out of there at top speed. I could swear I heard laughing behind me. Oh those damn "heroes" will pay!