Eradicator reacts at the loss of his
weapon and utilizes his super speed and strength in a battery of strikes
against the Phoenix-strewn women. The
pair’s battered bodies hurtle through buildings. The duo shakes off the initial effects of the
battle.
“We took down Metroplex,” states
Grey, “this should be a piece of cake.”
Summers screams. “My body. . . dangerously close to breaking.
. . too much power flowing through me!”
“Hold it together, Hope!” instructs
Grey. “We can do this!”
Eradicator calculates the numerous
scenarios associated with the match and attempts to derive how they all conclude. Eradicator decides to focus on the weakest
link of the pair due to her apparent inability to properly control the powers
within her; the target is Hope Summers. He
will attempt to further overload the powers of the mutant.
“Hello, my voodoo doll,” Eradicator says to Summers.
“Welcome to Hell!” replies Grey in
the place of her friend.
The battle between the three
combatants decimates the nearby structures as they unleash upon each other a
hurricane of fury. They are relentless
in trying to obtain their mutual objectives in destroying the enemy. Eradicator
repetitiously pummels Summers, while Grey focuses on the protection of her
liege. After several painstaking
skirmishes, Summers, although a mutant with an ability of unspecified limits, begins
to boil to a point of no return. The
twin-Phoenix powers, although enough to destroy Eradicator, proves too much for
herself.
Summers lets loose with enough power
to rip Eradicator apart. She turns to
Grey and smiles after accomplishing which so many others were unable to do. After a moment of silence, Summers screams;
the cosmic powers seem to be ripping their host apart.
“It’s
too much!” shouts Summers.
“You
can control it!” screams Grey. “You have
to for us all!”
“I’m sorry. . .” whispers Summers as
the double dose of Phoenix Force overloads and disintegrates both her and Grey
in the explosion. The landscape around
the area appears to have fallen in a hopeless apocalypse.
The
smoke and dust settle. The shadows of two
combatants can be seen as the fog dissipates.
“Charles.
. .” says a maddened Joseph.
“Joseph.
. .” replies a calm Xavier.