It was the night before last she was sent on her mission. She wasn’t an illusion, or a mirage, or a figment of some crazed man’s imagination. She was real. More real than you or me. More real than the day and more real then the sun that made it day. She does not appear abnormal to the normal. She walks through walls. She has the strength of 1,000 men. She can create forest fires with a stare, and wash it out with a drool. She has the power to create chaos, the power to break every record ever recorded in the history of mankind. She can gulp streaming lava from a freshly bursting volcano as if it were sauterne. She can spew death from her finger tips as if she were dealing cards at a poker game. She can decimate cities, raze mountains, wipe out entire species and not even blink. But only if she has to. If it actually came down to that. Which it never did. However, her mission files do say, use excessive force if necessary. Anything to get the job done.