Lisa/Fury

Lisa panted heavily as she drew herself up to her feet, her figure, thankfully, mostly covered by the highly stretchable lycra she wore underneath her clothes. Though...it wasn't the most modest of of outfits, it was better than tearing off her own clothes whenever she transformed into Fury. We work with what we have.

Breathing hard, recovering, hands on her hips as she peered across the area as she came to her senses, Lisa smiled and offered pleasant, polite smiles to the civilians who approached.

"No worries guys, just helping out!"

"Oh, you should see the other guy!"

"No one got killed, that's the important thing!"

She kept the PR up until the police, authorities and ambulances arrived to tend to any wounded, assess the damage and take Mississippi off to hospital, preferably where she couldn't wake up and drench the place.