Threnody, Spider-Man, etc.
Threnody loved this. With all the dead and dying people on the battlefield, she had enough energy to feel like an overfed tick, just bubbling over from the strength and last gasps of dozens of people. Thank God she was able to block out the voices of the dead, or else she would have been overwhelmed to the point of being practically comatose, and, therefore, completely useless. One of these days, she was going to have to figure out how that particular gift of control had been given to her.
But, for now, she was happy to stalk through the battle, flanked by a trio of zombies who did most of her dirty work, ripping apart military men and taking bullets for her with their super strength and endurance. And, just to prove that she didn’t need her zombies to do all the work for her, she’d taken out a few sapiens on her own with blasts of concussive energy.
This was more like it. This was part of the reason why she’d gone searching for the Brotherhood: to be able to actually do something to help destroy the people oppressing mutants. And, after months of basically sitting on her hands, it was nice to actually be out doing that. As bloody and gruesome as it was. But it wasn’t like Melody wasn’t used to bloody and gruesome.