[b]Super Skrull - Skies over Roanapur[/b]

To survive a war, you had to be lucky and you had to be aware. This didn't apply to everyone, of course; Some lucky bastards were just immortal. Kl'rt, though mighty, could die as easily as any skrull. Yet he had survived more wars than most Earthlings could even name. Wars that had slain gods and torn the universe asunder. Over the decades, Kl'rt's survival had become less a matter of luck, and more the result of increasing awareness and experience. He had been swarmed by the bugs almost immediately when he took to the skies. The number of targets was too high to bother counting, while the challenge was low enough that the only satisfaction came from just how many he killed.

Surrounded as he was by rising smoke, flying bugs and falling corpses, Kl'rt may have met his end had the attack been aimed at him directly. The bright pink lines tore through one of Kl'rt's more distant foes and then swung toward the skrull, swinging back and forth and killing about half the remaining swarm; the half closer to their origin. Whether Kl'rt was at the edge of their range, or his assailant below had only fired them so far, he did not know. As soon as they had moved towards him though, the Super-skrull flew beyond their reach, wrapping himself in a force field so he could concentrate on their origin.

The figure he saw at the other end was one he recognized both from reports he had received and their arrival in this city. The human was dressed in the flamboyant manner Kl'rt had come to expect from Earth champions. It was obviously an attack on Kl'rt at least as much as it was targeting the bugs, so this one was more likely what the humans would call a villain. So be it, thought Kl'rt. Let him think himself successful. The skrull pushed forth great gouts of uneven flame, as though losing control, and then surrounded himself with an inferno, roasting and igniting everything around him. He made a force bubble, then rapidly expanded it, pushing everything away from him like a blast wave. Burning corpses and shards of flaming chitin would rain down upon the surrounding blocks like shrapnel from a grenade. He had pushed much of it towards his attacker, but not enough to be obvious. If the man survived, Kl'rt could take vengeance later, for an attack on him was an attack on the Skrull Empire.

Before the smoke cleared, the super-skrull became invisible. He stretched his body and glided to the ground. Once he landed, he took on the form of an earthling he had encountered before; The one that called himself Wolverine. If others in the city were of a mind to kill him, it wouldn't hurt to take a more close quarters approach to handling the bugs. Disguising himself as a human once again was to lower the risk of being noticed by competitors. Confining himself to fighting with an emulation of claws, that was just to bring some fun into it.