A woman ran out of the building, a blonde wearing a white one-piece swimsuit and knee-high boots, with a sheer shawl draped over her body.
She first looked at Wanda, then at the silver figure in the sky. Then she transformed into diamond form and stood beside Wanda.
"Mutant?"
The situation in the sky was changing too quickly. Deathstroke's near-light-speed movements were beyond what the Sentinel Robots could handle. Their retinas were filled with the afterimages left by that massive sword, as though he were appearing beside every robot at once.
The diamond woman chose to speak to Wanda, since the two clusters of red light in her hands were far too conspicuous.
"Yes. So are you."
Wanda spared a glance at the scantily clad teacher. She did not know what to say. Was a school dressed like that really respectable?
"I am the Principal of this academy, Emma Frost, the White Queen. Are you here to enroll, or to apply for a teaching position? I have not read your mind, so rest assured."
Both women kept their heads raised, warily watching for a possible robot attack. But Deathstroke was not only rapidly destroying the machines in the sky—he was also blocking every means they had of attacking the ground.
He shattered ice arrows and fireballs directly with his fists, reflected ray-based attacks with his weapons, and met brute-force melee attacks head-on with strength hundreds of times greater than his opponents'.
He carried out the slaughter in silence. Every flash of silver light meant all the robots within a small section of airspace exploded.
Emma realized there was nothing for her to do, so she began chatting with Wanda.
Wanda had clearly noticed the same thing. The Sentinel Robots that had once been so troublesome seemed utterly insignificant before the