[spoiler]I heard OP, so I showed up. Of course I have to send a little help to my poor little Slayer....[/spoiler] [b]Today was not a good day. After all, it was a Tuesday. Known in Sunnyhell as Apocalypse Day, it is a day when various groups or personages of questionable sanity decide to try their upmost best to cause the invasion of Earth or, in some not-quite-so-rare cases, world endage. Such situations now seem a bit more appealing to the Queen Slayer as she smashes yet another of member of the endless waves of Necrons with her hammer. Said hammer was a bit of a legend, for it had quite a special name. [i]Mjölnir[/i], hammer of Thor the small, grey alien himself. The 30lb alien-made weapon was hardly something to laugh at when it is obliterating your face. Now being utilized to its full face-obliterating capabilities, it was delivering hits strong enough to crumple battle-armor like tin foil to some [i]very[/i] unfortunate Necrons. Buffy's ever-present quipage continues its monologue in the grand orchestra of battle.[/b] "I've fought zombies, -*[u]Crunch[/u]*- homicidal robots, -*[u]Crunch, crunch crunch[/u]*-, and even -*[u]Smack[/u]*- homicidal zombie cyborgs, but this!!!-*[u]Whomp[/u]*- Is overcompensating!!!" [b]The Queen Slayer ripped and bashed her way through the pressing crowd like a scythe, utilizing her full strength and speed for the first time in years. No longer fearing the opinion or judgement of her un-powered 'friends', she was Death itself incarnate. Death was her gift, and she gave freely. A single swing removed a Necron's head from it's body in a fraction of a second, the act repeated with various body parts of over a dozen Necrons, in the same second. Her enhanced senses and reflexes allowed her to dodge or parry any attempted retaliation. The few strikes that did get through her guard were blocked by a briefly flaring shield, a welcome gift from [i]Mjölnir[/i] as it built up and stored the kinetic energy generated from her swings.[/b]