Monday, March 05, 2007
As one, Cyclops, Colossus and I turned to face Oprah. We watched in stunned fascination as the yellowish aura shimmering around her body seemed to litterally grip her and pull her body wider. Before our eyes she grew in size and her skin changed into a hard armor substance. Oprah threw back her head and let out a terrible roar.
"Cyclops," I said. "Blast her."
Scott did nothing. I quickly turned to look at him and saw that he was frozen in fear at the sight of Oprah-zilla. "Damn it! Colossus - charge her!" Peter just looked at me for a moment. Then he turned back to the giantess. Gulping hard, he charged her. Oprah-zilla's tail lashed out and sent him flying across the studio into the midst of the wild pack of soccer-moms/were-beasts. His shriek of terror was quickly drowned out by savage snarling.
A cackle of lightening shot out from Oprah's mouth and zapped Cyclops in the chest. He went hurtling backwards, smokey tendrils rising from his still body.
"And now you die, Xavier!" she roared.