Ultrawoman was made of stern stuff, as much as she wanted to scream she did not. It seemed as if each tentacle she freed from jer mighty body another would take its place. Though they were barbed her skin was only scratched but it seemed the power of the crushing coils were growing as she was pulled closer to the glowing opening.
"Why just me? Why not her too?" She shouted as Red regained her feet.
The red head was recivering fast from the beating she had took which surprised Ultrawoman. She doubted a full super like Walkira or Soviet Superwoman could take that pounding and be awake the next morning but here was this motal up already. What was Red made of? Those violet eyes went wide at the sight of Ultrawoman's peril.
"She will just stand and watch as I receive her idea of Justice." The might blonde thought.
God how she hated these so called heroes. They was not better than her but claimed she was the villain. She was merely honest.
"I am comig!" Red shouted and she charged toward the helpless blonde.
Ultrawoman was stunned. There was not hesitation, not judging in her eyes, only concern for another person.
"Reach!" Red shouted.
Ultrawoman freed her hand and reached out.
"Save me Red." She was stunned by her own words.
Red is my character and creation, Ultrawoman belongs to the wonderfully wicked goddess u1trawoman [link] the art is a commission by the super Justin Long [link]
but then, Red's not your ordinary hero!