Psylocke's The Iron Behemoth

A monstrous shadow swallowed the catwalk beneath the flashing neon sign. A colossal armored gorilla toy, bristling with heavy cybernetic plates and four times my height, guarded the crossing. Sheer bulk only offers an easier target. Vaulting off an iron cable in a tight somersault, I brought my sharp purple acrylic shard down against a polished chrome bracket. The violet sign detonated through the faceted edge, blasting a blinding butterfly flare straight into his optical sensors. Reeling in stunned shock, the titan crashed against the safety railing. Landing light on his broad shoulder, I pressed two fingers to my lips and gave his armored brow a mocking farewell kiss. The heights answer only to me.