There were several promising candidates for this plan, but none were quite right--until Abominatrix showed up. Anira gaped, her crotch gradually becoming soaked, as she watched the titanic beauty destroy entire city blocks on live TV, tossing around tanks like softballs, demolishing buildings with blows from her massive fists, obliterating fighter jets with beams from her eyes, while a barrage of missiles and artillery shells exploded against her, hardly even slowing her down. Her strength was limitless, her body invincible. Even if Anira hadn't been paralyzed, she'd have used the spell on Abominatrix first chance she'd gotten. Now she could cure herself and gain amazing powers in the process. The idea was risky, as the woman had already demonstrated her great resistance to magic. But Anira held out hope that since the spell was not a direct attack, it might circumvent her protections. And as she watched this unstoppable force lay waste to the city, she couldn't help but think that the fates were giving her a choice: either to use this magic to become an indomitable goddess, or forever be consigned to her miserable wheelchair.
The enchantment required the caster to be face to face with the target for maximal efficacy. After she'd learned as much about the woman as she could, it was a simple matter to contact the Avengers, asking to be allowed to try to stop Abominatrix. With Dr. Strange still unconscious, and nearly half their members gone, they were desperate, and didn't think to wonder if she had ulterior motives. She'd been a student of Dr. Strange, and that was enough for Captain America. The Scarlet Witch was in critical condition; as
she was the only Avenger who had any ability in things magical, Anira had no fear that her true purpose would be revealed. They placed her in an armored hoverchair, and Captain America and Iron Man--the only two Avengers who weren't dead, unconscious, or on other duties--escorted her to the center of devastation. This part of the city had been completely evacuated. There weren’t even any reporters, at least not after Abominatrix had slaughtered a camera crew by crushing their heads in her fist one by one.
She was totally defenseless before Abominatrix, having worked no protective enchantments; she would need all her power to cast the spell. Her courage nearly failed her as she beheld the mighty behemoth. Abominatrix turned from her current amusement--masturbating herself on a giant pylon she'd torn off a bridge--to regard the interloper. Her green, mesmerizing eyes bored into the smaller woman's, and Anira gasped aloud. But her will, strengthened by long years of rigorous training, did not break. She licked her lips, drew a deep breath, and began.
"Shawnabeth Williams," she said.
The titaness sneered. "Name's Abominatrix, girlie," she sneered. "You the latest bitch they sent here to take me, huh? Ain't impressed."
Anira, eyes closed, paid no attention, continuing the incantation. The first part was to speak the target's true name aloud. Abominatrix watched as this strange woman started muttering incomprehensibly to herself. She realized that the woman was a magician, like Dr. Strange, and, remembering how his attack just bounced off her, relaxed. It would be fun to sit back and watch this bitch light herself up like a firecracker.
The incantation was long; Abominatrix grew bored as minutes passed. She cocked a mighty fist and lunged. Before her blow could pulp Anira's head, the sorceress finished. A cloud of mystic energy engulfed Anira and Abominatrix as the great spell took effect, so bright the Avengers were forced to look away, and both women screamed.
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