Fog and dust swept across the ruins of Grand Army Plaza. Bolts of lightning fell intermittently as the dark-red-skinned "devil" picked up two arms from the ground, burst into a cloud of smoke, and teleported to Kl'rt, whose torso and legs had already regenerated.
He handed over the severed arms. The moment their cut ends touched Kl'rt's shoulders, they fused perfectly into place. Kl'rt flexed and stretched them a few times, moving them freely.
The headless "James" stood silently. Red Devil looked up at the violent figure high above. The figure charged through an endless storm of lightning and steel, and a pair of claws nearly hacked Colossus into a heap of scrap metal.
"Gulp."
The Skrull who'd taken Azazel's form couldn't help swallowing. He watched Kl'rt's head ride on James Howlett's shoulder, but even after copying Red Devil's teleportation ability, the Skrull royal still didn't dare try to retrieve his emperor's head.
Perhaps sensing his subordinate's hesitation, the headless "James" began rapidly regenerating from the broken bone and flesh at his neck. After a few breaths, he'd grown a sharply defined chin.
High above, James activated the Flesh Mystic Arts. Blazing Ray wrapped around his Bone Blades, turning them into a set of energy blades. Sparks flew as the shriek of metal tearing at metal grated on the ears. He carved open Colossus's chest and abdomen, exposing an abdominal cavity and internal organs Peter Rasputin had never even seen himself.
Colossus's bones and organs turned out to be made of the same silvery-gray organic steel. Apart from the lack of blood and other fluids, they were simply a set of human organs modeled from steel.
"Hmm? Heh. Judging from your ability to copy and simulate purely physical forms, you Skrulls really are a gifted species."
The bloody arm behind