Despite the dark rush flooding Kai's veins - an intoxicating, maddening high that made every nerve scream with violent delight - Kai's mind remained sharp.
His instincts were feral, bloodthirsty, screaming for carnage, but somewhere beneath the haze, his analytical nature clawed its way to the surface like a dagger through fog.
And with it, he had figured it out.
Dominique's ability wasn't just brute strength or an enhanced physique. She could manipulate her mass and density at will.
The physics behind it? Nonsense. Utterly absurd. But most mutant abilities tossed logic into the bin and set it on fire anyway.
When she increased her mass, a dark aura bled from her body - an almost visible haze that coiled like smoke, oppressive and thick. In that state, her body became heavier, slower, but monstrously durable and strong enough to break buildings with her bare fists.
And when she needed speed?
