The Enchantress was hundreds of feet tall. With the swipe of her feet, telephone poles that only reached to the height of her ankles were ripped out of the ground and tossed like kindling.
As she stepped on the black asphalt road beneath her feet, the vulnerable road gave way beneath her immense weight and fractured into thousands of cracks. Cars that were parked on the sides of the road were squashed like toys, or aluminum cans.
Soon, a target came into view. An airport! The Enchantress could see planes taking off and landing. She knew this would get the attention of the Avengers, and of her beloved Thor.
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