Apocalypse turned her eyes toward the women scattered across the training field. Some were still trying to stand, others had decided to remain on the ground until the pain subsided, and Monica continued staring at Strax with an expression that promised a later argument. The newcomer showed no open arrogance, but neither did she seem to believe it necessary to diminish what she had just done.
"They are strong," Apocalypse said, evaluating Samira, Cassandra, and Beatrice with a certain degree of approval. "Much stronger than most of the people I encountered during my isolation."
Samira managed to brace one knee against the ground and retrieve her giant sword.
"I feel like there is a 'but' coming."
"But I am stronger."
Daniela, still partially buried beneath shields and broken equipment, raised one hand.
"She is honest. Annoying, but honest."
