<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> She-Hulk, Deadpool, Myth<br/></span></span><hr/>It is Sue’s sincere hope that the ‘plan’ is to hijack the jetpack worn by this stranger and flee. That would be downright great at this moment. It’s a nice thought, but today isn’t the day for things to go her way. In so many different ways.<br/><br/>But despite her errant thoughts, she keeps her focus upon Myth. Wanting to keep her force field bubble erected around his head, hoping it’ll be the thing that gives them an edge in this fight. It isn’t hard to keep a force field around an object that’s in motion. It’s really a matter of minute adjustments to the size and placement of the bubble. But what he does next, well it takes her by surprise. She actually grimaces as Myth’s gear and clothing fade away.<br/><br/>“What is it with men wanting to get naked during a fight…”   she mutters to herself, still keeping the force field up around Myth. But then surprise number 2 comes. Now she never actually saw him change shape, since that happened before he even entered the clearing. So when his body starts to distort, her eyes narrow in frustration. Her hands whip out to her sides, and the force field around Myth’s head suddenly is gone, erased as if it had never been there. She had no wish to do permanent damage… but as he starts to grow in size and head count, she has to wonder if she could have done permanent damage with that force field.<br/><br/>Well he has the size advantage now, and with that size does come certain disadvantages. There is more of him to act as a target and all, and he’s probably slower. But.. more firepower seems to be what he has gained. But Sue doesn’t seem perturbed or intimidated in the least, her eyes locked on the eyes of what she tracks as the original head. A look of bold defiance in her own eyes, and a thought occurs. For a  moment, she’s reminded of Fin Fang Foom. The feeling she has at this moment is the same kind of feeling she gets when she’s staring down that particular giant menace. Well the one time she actually saw him face to giant face. And what did she have to watch out for with Fin Fang Foom? Yeah, acid breath. Her eyes narrow once more as she sees the giant Myth draw in breath, and she’s not so surprised with what follows. What does surprise her is the ferocity of the attack.<br/><br/>The jungle around her is lit up with red as the flames shoot right for her. Her hands thrust out towards them as she stands her ground, letting out a gasp as a force field suddenly appears in front of her. If you were to look at her, it would seem like she is pushing up against the onslaught of flames. But like the shots before, the flames never actually touch her. The area around her explodes into flames as everything is alit with the fire bouncing off of the force field she has erected around herself, a perfect dome. You learn to make domes when faced with an area of effect attack like fire… so it doesn’t sneak around and nip you in the butt.<br/><br/>Now this would normally be the part where it is described how she fights back the flames, maybe redirects them with a series of shaped force fields right back at the creature. Or how she stands there and smirks up at Myth, as if taunting him to try a bit harder to get her. And on another day, in another time, perhaps that’s how things would go. But for the today, for the here, things won’t unfold.<br/><br/>Almost immediately she feels herself start to sweat more as she fights the flames, as she keeps them at bay. She keeps her hands outstretched in front of her, as if they were holding the invisible shields up around her. Despite herself, despite her want to put on a good show and make Jen proud.. she is simply not up to this. With a soft pained cry she drops to one knee, keeping her hands shoved forward as she fights to now keep her force field up. She knows she isn’t going to last long… and maybe this would be a kinder fate…<br/><br/><br/>