New York, Hell's Kitchen, Midland Circle Financial Building, The Hand headquarters.
"Thud!"
A sinister purple energy blade swept through the air. Murakami, the master swordsman and one of The Hand's Five Fingers, had his right arm severed at the shoulder. Scalding blood splashed across the expensive floor.
"Aaargh!!"
Murakami let out a pained scream. Before he could retreat, the purple blade pierced his throat like a venomous snake.
He clutched his neck as the last light in his eyes rapidly faded.
"Enough!"
Alexandra watched her companion fall and roared at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Just call me Psylocke."
Psylocke, Betsy Braddock, withdrew the purple blade in her hand and said calmly, "You may not know me, but that's fine. I know you."
Around her, the corpses of The Hand's elite ninja force covered the entire floor.
Minutes earlier, the woman calling herself Psylocke had charged into The Hand's headquarters alone, displaying formidable superhuman abilities and unparalleled combat skills. The Hand's prized ninja army had been utterly helpless before her. Even Murakami, one of the Five Fingers, had been cut down with crushing ease.
With a casual flick of her hand, Psylocke formed a purple energy whip out of thin air. It wrapped around Alexandra and yanked her over!
"Wait! We can talk—"
Alexandra's words were cut off as the whip suddenly tightened. The suffocating pressure turned her face purple.
Psylocke had no intention of listening to her nonsense. With a backhanded slash, she cleanly drove her blade through Alexandra's skull.
"Whew... that felt much better."
Psylocke muttered to herself, then waved her hand. The blade and whip dissolved into specks of purple light and vanished into the air.
She strode away on long legs, her combat boots stepping through the sticky