Xena gently tapped her taloned foot against the asphalt as the rapid staccato of an automatic intermediate rifle turned the upper-css neighborhood into a middle eastern ghetto.

  She had to be careful with her tapping as all of the milk she's ingested over the week has caused her to gain a few pounds.

  She wasn't getting fat! She was just... denser. All that milk was getting her closer and closer to the 1-ton mark and the stiletto-like "heels" on her Xenomorph body did not do well at dispersing that weight.

  But she was getting distracted again.

  More rounds of 5.56 streamed out of the back of the now wrecked van. The bullets pock marking brick and mortar and shattering gss of the unfortunate manses that just so happened to line the street.

  She'd admit that she made a mistake. Xena looked at her six-digit taloned hand and the scraps and bits of flesh, upholstery, metal, and cloth that were stuck on it.

  She was genuinely aiming for the steering wheel but miscalcuted... somewhat.

  Xena was trying to reduce the possibility of Dinah being injured while still stopping the van. While she could have pulled the superhero stereotype of just using her body to physically stop it, that generally was a horrible idea for nearly everyone involved. The only time she’d seen a good performance of that maneuver was in the Toby Maguire Spiderman trilogy. His webbing created a slowing effect that caused the least amount of property damage and bodily harm to the innocent bystanders.

  Now she could give a rat’s ass for Coil's goon squad, but the little girl could have been severely harmed if she tried to do it herself.

  Which was why she went for the steering wheel... or at least tried to. To make matters worse is that she left Alex and Lisa on top of a roof of a nearby house while she dealt with the situation, which meant they probably saw her dispy. Hopefully they assumed it was on purpose.

  Especially when she just barely realized that she could have used her flight to slow down the van by grabbing it and pushing back.

  Even if Xena weighed a fraction of the van, her speed, durability, and strength would have allowed her to bring it to a complete stop... though at the cost of giving the gunmen a rge unmoving target in the form of her head... which was honestly the toughest part of her body.

  Xena shook her head ashamed. Twice the brain but still a dumbass.

  But hey silver linings, that was 1 gunman down and one more severely injured.

  Xena stalked towards the van, gun fire still going strong. She judged the positioning of the gunman as she loomed over the upturned van. With a swift tearing of the sheet metal her 6 taloned hand punctured through the side of the vehicle, impaling the man through his stomach on the other side.

  She then curled her talons around his side and pulled the poor fool out of the hole she made, folding him in half and likely crushing his spine and internal organs in the process.

  With a negligent flick of her wrist his body flew off her hand and impacted the road, bouncing a bit and leaving sptters of blood trailing behind him.

  The gunfire momentarily stopped from that only to be then redirected to the rent she made, now accompanied by the distinct red blips of tinkertech ser fire.

  One such ser scored a trail of carbonized carapace on her head crest, more cosmetic damage than anything.

  But before she could continue her evisceration of the snake's squad a small convoy of bck vans pulled up.

  When the vehicles came to a full stop, they started to disgorge a bunch of Caucasian men dressed in bck leather and shaved heads.

  Xena sighed to herself again.

  "You've got to be serious right now."

  The st ones out of the vans were a shirtless dude wearing a tiger mask, a man in bck leathers and gas mask trying to cospy a gestapo, an entirely white man, and a blonde bombshell dressed in sexy opera style valkyrie armor.

  "Okay, maybe it isn't too ba-"

  Xena was cut off as she narrowly missed being shot by a barrel peeking out of the hole she made.

  She scowled and made to kick the van to get them to stop being pests before stopping herself from potentially causing any more harm to Dinah.

  She took a deep breath in to calm herself before she addressed the group of neo-nazis and their cape Ubermensch.

  "To what do I owe the pleasure of E88 sending out a whole team... just to meet little ol’ me?!" Xena spread out her arms as she gestured to herself.

  The Fenja was already growing to match her height as Xena strutted forward.

  Like David approaching Goliath, Krieg approaches. His leather cd hands csped behind his bck trench coat giving the pretender an air of a true National Socialist German Worker party member.

  Through his bck gas mask, he spoke with a truly thick German accent.

  "Vell, vell, vell... Vhat do ve haf here, hmm? Some filthy Untermensch monstahh, making ze pur neighbahhut dangeruss, ja?"

  They stopped ten feet apart, his aura stilling the breeze while allowing his coat to sway gently. If Xena had to breathe, she was sure she would have been struggling to do so, likely feeling as if her chest was heavy in his presence.

  Xena scoffed.

  "Pshh! Untermensch? I am a literal apex predator whose children are always of my race and species! What can you say about your purity, hmm? Besides, I am not the one causing the property damage here."

  She threw a thumb back at the tipped over van and dead mercenary on the curb.

  "Coil decided that little white girls were his new fvor and I took umbrage with that..."

  She leaned in, her hand blocking the side of her mouth as if about to tell a secret. "Did you know Coil is a bck man?"

  Xena watched as Krieg's ramrod straight back tensed at the news.

  "Vhy do you tell me zis? For vhat purpose are you betraying anozzer neh-groh to us, eh? You sink zis vill make us go easy on you, ja?"

  Xena threw her head back in a ugh.

  "A Negro? I'm not even of the human species. HAH! I can be any race I want to be; I can freely take the form of a female of any race."

  Saying so, her body started to shrink down. Krieg stood still as he watched her transformation while the mobs took a collective step back. Her bck carapace withdrew from her skin revealing a healthy ivory skin tone. Xena's bck head crest softened into golden wavy locks. The smooth pte of hardened chitin retracted from her upper face revealing cerulean blues above a spackling of freckles.

  Where once was a 15-foot-tall monster, a 6-foot tall Caucasian who had a striking resembnce to the Dallons... who was very much naked.

  Her nipples were covered by her golden curls, but nothing could be said for the rge cock hanging in the breeze.

  As her viewers panned their vision from her top to her bottom, their faces went from disgustingly lustful to just disgusted as they reached her member... Though from how Xena watched Fenja's lower face, it was somewhat opposite. From jealous disgust to confused... Envy with a hint of intrigue.

  Krieg recoiled at the sight of her nethers, turning his head away from it and bringing up a hand to block the sight.

  “Vhat ist vrong viz you, you disgusting freak! Put on zohm clothes at vonce! No von vants to see your hideous freak body!”

  Xena looked down at herself in confusion.

  "What are you... Oh, I honestly thought I was wearing clothes this whole time."

  She searched her inventory for something to cover herself with but found nothing. Then one of the mooks stepped up and threw his jacket at her.

  "Keep it. I'd burn the damn thing if you tried to give it back."

  Xena gred at him and at everyone else as she put on the jacket and used her powers to transform the thick leather bomber jacket into a pink leather crop top bomber jacket over a different shaded pink spandex leotard.

  The bulge was still outlined prominently through the stretchy material, which got a disgusted sneer from the man who gifted her the jacket.

  Immediately she felt her power reduced by half but at the current point she was feeling a little bit assured that things weren't going to escate into a brawl.

  That's when things escate.