<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/USRiD.png)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>        Xavin<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  None<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Times Square, NYC<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Carnage, Spider-Man, Open!<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><em>Gather your wits Xavin, there are mighty foes to be bested!</em>The skrull told herself as the tendrils that had been holding her flopped down lifelessly.<em>And be thankful those rugrats weren't here to see this.</em>Her body lost its unbreakably strong skin as it returned to the form she had adapted for her beloved.<em>These two have some sort of relationship.</em>Xavin thought as she propped herself up on her elbows and took in the banter between Spiderman and Carnage.<em>Perhaps they had a bad breakup. That's what happens when people don't express themselves. Men seem to have that problem on Earth. Thank goodness my beloved and myself are...</em>she blinked as she realized what she had just thought of herself as, and that thought trailed off as she heard Spiderman's instruction.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: The Amazing Spider-Man</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Light 'em up!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Light him up? That's your battle instruction?" She grunted as the strain of the impact had apparently had more of an effect than she realized as her core groaned at the effort of rising to her feet. She thought of all the glorious, heroic quotes from the Skrull legends she had spent much of her childhood curled up reading. She shook her head in disappointment. "A true leader would have been much less glib and much more commanding! Something to effect of..." She stopped as Carnage spoke his piece.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: The New and Improved Carnage</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I see ya brought a date,” Cletus went on as his wounds sealed themselves. His gaze swung over to the girl who had freed herself from his now-lifeless tendrils. “Sturdy gal. Maybe I'll get me some of that after I smear your bug balls all over this goddamn city.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A snarl of outrage escaped the Skrull's human-shaped throat. "I am nobody's date, you drooling maniac! I am betrothed to the most glorious jewel that has ever graced this misbegotten marble and that is certainly not this arachnoid ..." Her eyes drifted to the side and her hand waved in a circle as she tried to think of something.  Nothing came, she was unable to quickly think of something alliterative. There was a further awkward pause as she tried to think of something dazzlingly intimidating to say before unleashing the flames of the Human Torch on Carnage, but again nothing lept to her mind.<em>I could manage this mindless intimidation better in a male form. Intimidation and mindlessness are what they're built for.</em>She thought, but it was too late to change before the opportunity to attack lapsed.<br/><br/>Her hands extended in front of her and lit brightly on fire, shooting like a comet towards the area where Cletus and his symbiote were just about to converge. Whether the alien and the newly formed cyborg were able to form together, or whether one or the other escaped was totally indiscernible as the entire block was suddenly rocked by a gigantic explosion.<br/><br/>Not having any familiarity with gas mains or earth bound utility systems, a fact that had been pointed out at least once before in support of the confirmation of her femininity, Xavin had no idea what had just happened.<em>Did my powers mature...?</em>She wondered to herself staring at her hands.<em>Perhaps I..</em>The reverie was interrupted by an involuntary squeal of shock as the roof of the building started to give in due to the structure collapsing under her. Xavin saw Spiderman's outstretched arm and considered her options briefly.<em>I have no idea where I am. Those barbaric thugs could be anywhere, you're no help to Karolina dead. This man is an experienced hero. He'll swing me to safety, I've seen him do it on videos on the computer!</em>Seeing no other options, the flames whimpered out as she threw herself at the outstretched arms of Spiderman.<br/><br/>If Peter Parker had a dime for every time a damsel in distress had fallen into his arms just in the nick of time he'd probably have at least a month of rent by now. With practiced ease Xavin found herself stretched across the limber body of New York's favorite superhero as the two swung off. Her arms stretched and wrapped tightly around his shoulders and tied themselves together as she clung on for dear life, being careful not to constrict her savior too much. Xavin pressed herself up to Spiderman, hanging on for dear life. Another involuntary gasp of fear and Xavin found herself quite embarrassingly burying her head in Spiderman's chest to avoid what she was sure was an oncoming building they were going to splatter into as she held herself tightly against him.<br/><br/>A few moments and several long swings later Xavin realized she had indeed been rescued and was able to poke her head up. Her nostrils shifted to allow easy breathing at high velocity and her voicebox amplified itself. "Where are you taking me?" She called out, her tone a mix of inquisitory and accusatory.