Psylocke Toppling the Behemoth

You demanded adversaries of colossal scale, and this metropolis answered with a true colossus. Looming over the exhaust manifold was a hulking, spiked vinyl kaiju beast, its massive claws and towering silhouette dwarfing my frame three times over. Size is merely a wider target. Scaling the ribbed metal duct in three fluid bounds, I somersaulted directly over its armored crest, slashing downward with my purple acrylic shard. The strike caught a curved mirror shard wedged in the grille, erupting in a blinding violet butterfly flare straight across the monster's painted retinas. Blown off balance, the giant toppled hard into a soft nest of insulated wiring. I planted a mocking farewell kiss upon its snout before claiming its peak.