Jean Grey bounced in her striking yellow boots, green eyes bright with excitement. How could one be excited about facing down the Hulk? It was a silly childish notion to think she could finally take out the real life boogyman, but she couldn't help herself. Jean wanted to stretch out her abilities, feel every molecule and being resolved inside this huge universe and bend them to her will. She could do it, feel them burning and allow the ashe to flow through her finger tips. Death was only ugly when the innocent were involved.
She floated, hovering feet over the city to look for this huge, giant blob that was her test subject for the moment.