Lightning flash panther stealth mode attack, from the left, two three. She turns and boxes open up one on top of another, a sharks head : a hammerhead the boy responds opening up the satchel of doom.
Still smiling from under her fringe she unleashes pure carnage, everything happens at once : flying creatures weave in and out of the smoke, beaks open like mousetraps and waves of pure sonic energy blast open the boys reinforced hyper defences. The super injunction ruptures, his remaining troops exposed, the fold is opening.
Measure him up and fetch the boxman the resurgent army of ants chant, smiling up to the girl.
This is all happening now, it’s just in tiny tiny world, somewhere inside a jar left forgotten.
