She was a beautiful woman, with long golden blond hair and she was completely out of her element. She was thankful that the Shadowking had summoned clouds at least, to better enable Ororo's power of lightning. Her own costume, composed of shadowstuff had been more transparent than usual in the blazing light of the savannah sun. She gazed at the floating figure of Ororo, her blue eyes searching for some weakness. She hated lightning, concentrated light, burned through her powers.

Darkshadow ducked low, keeping herself behind a cluster of rocks. She preferred stealth to direct confrontation, preferred to hide in shadow and darkness and project walls of shadow to escape when confronted. How did one sneak up on a telepath? Worse still, she was unable to hurl daggers, shuriken or anything else at the possessed Ororo Munroe. Hurling a baseball sized sphere of darkness Sarah watched as it was grasped by invisible winds, thrown aside and ripped into shreds. Worse still, this was bloody Africa! She could scarcely imagine a more powerful sun overhead to diminish her powers.

This time, when one of the others attacked, she'd blind the bastard with some summoned darkness mere moments before the strike. Then, with luck, he'd not switch to his telepathy in time to see it and avoid it. If Ororo was knocked unconscious all the astral possession in the world wouldn't help him control her!