There weren't enough expletives in this goddamn universe to even began to explain this level of fuckery. It was like in the movies, where everything went slow-moving, and Jessica was drowning in complete sensory overload. Was this happening? Was this actually fucking happening? She closed her eyes, feeling like her ears might literally bleed by the chaos of sounds cutting through them and sucked in a difficult breath as everything sped back to normal.
Jessica rushed across the deck, separating the cluster of sounds going wild in her head. The groans of metal was the most alarming one, and to Clint, the nearest person to her, she yelled, "He's going to split the fucking ship!" Which meant Jan's efforts might be in vain if they didn't stop him. Jessica looked down at their two unconscious teammates, face hardening, that fucking monster, and then back to Clint. "If all fails, fucking hold on to something." And even then, Jessica wasn't sure if that was even right. But without another word, she glided to the outside, forming a large glow of her bio-electric charge to blast into Magneto. How déjà fucking vu.