Rolling over, Deathstroke flew out the window. Strangle raised its mask, and a red point of light dragged a long tail through the dimming night.
Others might not know what that crimson beam shooting into the sky represented, but Su Ming knew very well.
Judging by its direction and distance, the red light had come from New Jersey, and there was only one thing there capable of causing such a commotion: the Phoenix Force.
When Su Ming had met Jean Grey a month ago, he had felt that she had some emotional issues. Back then, he had thought that once Charles returned and heard his message, he should have been able to resolve them.
So she had still lost control? That little bald head really got more useless with age!
"Damn bad luck. Cloak is half-dead right now. Dealing with the Phoenix Force will probably be troublesome."
At high speed, the view on either side of him had become a blur of Black Light. Even as he flew, he complained to Strangle about the timing.
After eating the C'tan Shard, Cloak seemed to be evolving the ability to become immune to certain rules. But it had only reacted under stress when facing the Emperor in the Webway, and now it was still limp and floppy.
Without the massive energy immunity it provided, fighting something like the Phoenix Force would hurt badly.
"Eek."
Strangle indicated that it was still here. Its Nth Metal armor form could provide considerable energy defense, and it could also sever its host's pain nerves.
Su Ming stroked the little black sprout emerging from his shoulder. "Pain has to stay. It affects awareness of the outside world and subconscious reaction speed. A painless warrior sounds awesome, but it's actually trash."
"Eek?" Strangle came up with a good