Doom? Far too much of a coward to do anything of the sort himself - he'll sent a robot duplicate long before he has the spine. Don't compare me to that second-rate dictator.

[The piercing claws on his fingertips emerge and extend, as do those mechanized 'legs' from his back.]

Do not test my patience, Storm. I have no desire to fight you - but should you make such a mistake, I will leave you as naught but a pile of smoldering ashes.