There wasn't much point to physical resistance anymore. Victor had her well and truly in his grasp and the lingering panic from her attack coupled with the fuzz of multiple shocks meant she couldn't even try to fly much less attempt to phase to safety. She was terrified of what Doom meant to do with her, fear mixing with the rest and keeping her entirely off her game, and all she could do was follow the instruction to look outside when it was given.

What she saw was enough to steal her breath away. Her heart pounded in her ears and she reacted, lashing out as if she could get out and right into the action, as if there would be anything to save by the time she reached the epicenters. She was fast, but not fast enough to get there before the explosions at all. Even her ever-staunch logical fragment of common sense was completely out of commission, unable to remind her that Ben would be fine, Sue could protect herself, Reed was too smart not to get to safety, that Johnny wasn't so brave as to sit still right in the middle of a self-destruct sequence. There was none of that reassurance, just flame and smoke and more panic than she thought herself capable of feeling. "No! No!" She twisted with whatever angle she could, pounding ineffectively on the armored body under the heavy robes. "You motherfucker!"