The storm swept up sharp stones. As lightning flashed, a meat-grinder-like tornado tore through the Swarm before them.
Their bodies were almost instantly ripped apart, then blasted golden by the current. Black pus splattered everywhere, and the air filled with the acrid stench of burning hair.
Storm was a pacifist who refused to kill. When she was eight, she had killed a man who had tried to rape her. Yet afterward, she reflected on what she had done and swore never to kill again.
Whenever she faced human enemies in the past, Storm had always held back. Don't be fooled by how she could make the heavens and earth change color with lightning and thunder the moment she attacked. It looked spectacular, but it was more intimidation than power, meant to make her enemies retreat in the face of difficulty.
Unfortunately, there were several homicidal maniacs among the X-Men. Before enemies could flee in fear, Phoenix and Logan had often already killed them all. Cyclops had no particular preference for killing, but whenever he went on a mission with Wolverine, he would crank his power to the maximum just to compete with him.
But there was no need for such concerns when dealing with bugs today. Ordinary underground creatures simply could not withstand being hit by a storm that flung up jagged rocks.
Come to think of it, Ororo's school of magic was somewhat like Professor Xu's. Both belonged to the atmospheric branch, except one played with wind and the other with clouds. Did that make the two of them Wind and Cloud when combined? Then who was Xiongba?
Storm was venting her fury on the Swarm while Su Ming thought about all sorts of nonsense. His uncontrolled thoughts had somehow drifted into martial arts movies.
Peter paced about nearby,