"Still acting tough? Looks like I didn't beat you hard enough yesterday!" Daisy pulled out her lasso, intending to loop it around the white fat man's neck. Then she took one look and realized it wouldn't work—his neck was thicker than his head.
She could only burn him with Phoenix Fire.
After the brief delay, Shadow King shrank back inside again. Daisy continued slapping him viciously, swelling David's thin face until it turned round, but every personality she brought out was an ordinary one.
"I refuse to believe there's someone this shameless." The facts proved that Shadow King really was this shameless. He holed up inside David's body and refused to budge, no matter how hard she hit him.
She drew out more than thirty personalities in scattered succession. The personalities appearing now were no longer uncles and aunties. Many had clearly been invaded by evil thoughts, emerging wreathed in black mist. After having their bodies fixed through Reality Alteration, several had already begun showing signs of grotesque deformation.
Some had rotting skin and crawled on all fours. Some lay belly-up, with heads protruding from between their feet and white flesh worms pouring from their facial features. Several more were covered in burn marks, as if they had escaped from a crematorium.
More than a dozen bizarre personalities swayed their heads and staggered toward them.
One freak was especially vicious. It looked like three men crudely sewn together, with two heads on its shoulders and another in its stomach. It withstood Jean's psychic blast, then turned around and traded a punch with Colossus. The aura of decay made the burly man, hard as King Kong, frown.
"These things don't look like friends of justice, do they, Jean?" Wolverine stood in front of the group, his claws already extending from between