<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No one/Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As everything started to open up and cloud over the fur on Tigra's body began to stand up. She stepped back from the clouded area and watched. Her tail swished back and forth in an agitated manner. Her fingers curled and uncurled in tight fists as she watched Ares and wondered just what the time bomb was up to. Part of her wondered if this was part of Dr Strange's ritual but it all seemed to center around the War God. Did he have powers over elements just as Storm? Was this Storm doing this to him for his outrage earlier? She wasn't sure what was going on but it wasn't anything she liked being near. Someone had pissed off someone powerful, some elemental being of some sort. As the lightening flashed, Tigra covered her eyes quickly and hid behind the nearest large male in the room.  She hissed a little and then slowly refocused her attentions back on the scene before her. He was gone and nothing left of him but a scorch mark where he stood. Making a mental note the catwoman did not want to piss off whoever did that.