<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e1lLC.jpg)</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/>"YES!" Xavin screamed happily, closing her eyes and throwing her flaming hands up in celebration and cocking her hips as she struck a heroic pose. She turned to face Spiderman "That's how you deal with tentacles ... " The tone of Xavin's voice made it clear that the next word out of her mouth was going to be something condescending. Maybe 'hero' but with a really patronizing lilt or some such. But before the alien could even figure out what unnecessarily brusque honorific to use in her first conversation with New York's most popular good samaritan she was caught totally off guard by rudely sharp tendrils smashing into her ankles.<br/><br/>Instead of a snide, superior, sanctimonious spiel the noise that that emerged from our heroine's throat was a rather undignified squeal of surprise that pierced the unfortunate eardrums of anyone close enough to hear it. Instinctively the fires squelched out with a whimpering hiss as Xavin strengthened her body to cosmiclly strong levels. As her slender frame was upended and hit the roof of the building, the surface cracked and groaned as if several hundred pounds of ever-lovin' blue eyed Thing had crashed down on it. Thankfully Xavin's newly strong skin and cells resisted any real damage from the sharp tentacles, but found themselves enmeshed in a most compromising fashion.<br/><br/>"LET GO OF ME YOU MANIAC!" Xavin screamed, trusting her nigh-un-movable strength to keep from being dragged into what looked like an abattoir of jagged red metal. Her fist formed into an orange rocky texture and she pounded it down hard on a nearby tendril, then it joined her other hand clapping tightly on the tendrils around her ankles. She wished she had the willpower at the moment to shift into her much more intimidating male form, but the emotional turmoil in her young head prevented that. Karolina was really right, she did revert to a female form by default these days. She could almost hear her lover's exasperated lecturing about how calling men more intimidating was sexist...but had to banish those thoughts out of sheer self preservation before she got lost in them.<br/><br/>While she was heartbroken, starving, distraught and currently struggling with oddly pointy tendrils, she was still Xavin, son of De'Zean, super-skrull in training, and not about to admit that anything had the upper hand on her. "He's distracted!" She screamed to Spider-Man, as if this was all part of her glorious plan. "Get him!"