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Post by wildchild on May 15, 2007 11:09:23 GMT -4
Kyle let loose a mournful howl as metallic talons raked a jagged pattern across his face as Callie returned fire, then he was knocked off balance by a graceful leg sweep. She knew what she was doing, he'd give her that.
He rose quickly, paying little mind to the bullets of hail that fell to the earth, and resumed his attack. A blitz of talon swipes and snapping jaws fell upon Callie.
The throat to kill, stomach to wound, arms to disable..KILL KILL
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Post by Callie on May 15, 2007 15:59:25 GMT -4
Sure, she was fast, and she had her mutant skills of agility and flexibility on her side, but he was bigger and stronger, and though she swiped back with her metal claws as best she could, she was falling back on the defensive.
She took a couple of steps back to try and give herself more breathing space. This wasn't right, she was better than this, just because he was fierce and strong, that didn't mean she couldn't beat him. She ducked out of his attacks and dodged sideways, sending a kick at his middle to push him away from her. She needed a moment to regroup, she was covered in scratches, and some of them were on the deep side.
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Post by wildchild on May 15, 2007 18:21:53 GMT -4
Kyle doubled over as Callie's foot struck him square in the mid-section. The quick feral had darted away from him, trying to make as much room between the two of them as she could.
She wasn't like him, her wounds wouldn't close up in mere moments, and if he cut her deep enough, she wouldn't bounce back.
She wouldn't do anything at all.
She had knocked the wind out of him though, and his gasping attempts to put air in his lungs had put enough space between them to avoid another attack. It would give her enough time to regroup.
That was something he couldn't allow. With his lungs still screaming for air, Kyle advanced with talons extended.
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Post by Callie on May 15, 2007 19:15:14 GMT -4
Her kick had connected and he was winded - that much was obvious - but he was still trying to attack. Had he completely let go of his humanity? was he running on animal instinct? Or was that a gritty human determination pushing him to keep going?
Either way, she danced back out of his way, she was a little out of breath, but he didn't have any right then. She darted in, ducking low at the last minute to avoid his attack, claws out, aimed to rake across his stomach.
She needed some way to put him down, his claws were vicious, and it was only a matter of time before they left wounds she wouldn't be able to deal with.
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Post by wildchild on May 15, 2007 21:58:52 GMT -4
A white hot streak of pain flashed across his middle, as Callie's claws raked across his stomach. He took a few steps back, and clutched at his wound, falling to the ground with a thud.
PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
He looked down to watch the odd process of his healing factor do it's thing, as new muscle and skin began to thread itself over the wound. It was fascinating, in a stomach churning sort of way, and this had been the first time he had seen it work.
He resolved never to watch it again.
Wiping the blood from his hands on the grass, he rose to his feet slowly, upper lip trembling in animal rage.
A thunderous roar that echoed throughout the grounds emerged from his lips as he charged again.
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Post by scarletwitch on May 15, 2007 23:32:10 GMT -4
Wanda let her natural momentum spin her about as she looked into Gambit's stare. Fear only worked if one believed they had something to lose. Perhaps, somewhere deep within Wanda, she understood Gambit's power and authority. However, every other part of her didn't seem to care.
She clicked her tongue as she merely looked down dismissively to the hand that held her arm. Her jaw moved off-kilter and she gave out the smallest of chuckles. The fact that this man would dare touch her seemed laughable to the scarlet clad woman.
"Well--Since you're so keen on knowing, he seemed out enough to me. Though, I suppose I can't really be sure...but now that I think of it, Gambit deary, you didn't help out too much. So, if you're worried something's wrong," though the primal grunts and screeches in the distance under the squall of wind were rather clear indicators of that, "And you don't trust Callie to handle it, why don't you go do something about it--precious leader? You can then just let me handle helping dear old Dad." Her voice was a razor-sharp sweet as she set a casual smile on her lips.
She tilted her head slightly while sending fire down into Gambit's ice-cold stare in return, "Now--get your hand off me---Before I burn it off!"
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Post by psylocke on May 16, 2007 7:24:59 GMT -4
The little blue fur ball seemed to have just disappeared. Her body arose a bit angrier than before. No one messes with Betsy Braddock and lives to tell about it another day. She wiped her outfit down and checked her nails and hair. Everything seemed in order for being in a brawl with the X-Warts and it was pouring. Now it was time to head back to the area of interest and Psylocke started walking.
A few chunks of hail plummeted on her head and she growled under her breath. The walk back to the mansion was long, but she made it there within good time. She was in perfect shape after all.
When she almost reached the group, Betsy stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes closed as though trying to hear a high pitched noise, then opened revealing very angry violet orbs. Unbelievable. Now Barbie's back. Can't she ever stay dead? The psychic was much more powerful than Betsy, however, she warded off any mental manipulation that Jean could throw her way. The model focused on her own anger and the moment she was left behind again. Betsy almost found herself feeling sorry for Ororo as she felt her being claustrophobic under the rubble. She and her were very close, at one time, but that time was over. It was time to move on, time to put those memories away, time for her retribution. They're not my friends any more. No one is.
She looked over to the others and saw that Callie was keeping herself busy with a beast like herself. She smirked watching them as they reminded her of a couple of kittens scuffling in the grass. Callie could take care of herself and Wanda seemed to holding out on her own as well. Remy had to be notified of the development unless he already knew of the return of the goddess from hell. Finally finding him, she raised her voice over the apparent feral sounds.
"Remy, we have a potential problem."
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Post by Gambit on May 17, 2007 17:47:42 GMT -4
Gambit was beginning to think that Wanda hadn’t known Magneto was her father for most of her life because he wanted it that way. Dieu knew if he had a child that acted like this he would have had to ignore her or she wouldn’t have lived this long.
“I trust Callie more dan most o’ you lot, but dat homme back dere is new an’ we don’ know his powers. He didn’t seem too phased by y’r firs’ attacks, so if he’s a healer, den Callie be in trouble,” he growled, squeezing her arm tighter for good measure before roughly letting her go. “As fo’ lettin’ you go in dere an’ help Magneto… dat requires trust dat y’ won’ screw dis up, an’ désolé, ma chère, but y’ jus’ ain’ earned dat yet.”
He didn’t have time for this. He couldn’t stand around fighting with his own team when he had the X-Men to fight. At least he could rest assured that Purity had stayed behind and could help Callie if needed, and Betsy hadn’t been dumb enough to…
"Remy, we have a potential problem."
Merde…
“I know I be de leader here an’ all, but when I said I expected y’all t’ follow me, dis ain’ what I had in mind!” he let out in an exasperated tone. Tilting his head back and rolling his eyes up to the sky, it was then that he noticed that the stinging sensation of the heavy hail was gone. He barely had time to turn his questioning gaze to Betsy before their ‘potential problem’ presented itself. Or herself.
“I suggest you turn back the way you came,” [Storm] commanded.
“Bonjour, Stormy! Lookin’ beautiful as ever,” he called over the wind, his grin most charming. “No worries, ma belle. We jus’ came t’ get back what’s ours, den we be on our merry way.”
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Post by Callie on May 18, 2007 19:10:39 GMT -4
She had a moment to catch her breath, but her numerous scratches were bleeding pretty heavily, she needed....the healer girl, that was it. For once she was glad she paid attention when she was being told what all their newest recruits could do. A quick glance around located Purity - hovering in the background, just out of the battle (what little battle there was right now), good - now she just had to put this guy out of commission long enough to get to her.
She answered her own question right enough - this guy. An evil smirk on her lips, she stood her ground as he charged towards her. Ducking at the last minute, she brought her claws up, hard and fast - straight for the crotch. Ripping the metallic talons from his flesh as messily as she could manage, Callie took off at a run, over towards purity - allowing herself only the briefest of glances behind to make sure he wasn't following - though she was fairly sure even a regenerator would need a moment after that assault.
Skidding to a halt beside her, Callie grinned breathlessly, wiping his blood off on her uniform "Can I get a little healin' here?" she asked, remarkably cheery for someone so covered in cuts.
((moding done with semi-permission - WildChild, if you have any problem with the way I did it, lemme know))
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Post by Tatiana on May 19, 2007 10:50:37 GMT -4
Purity laughed and winced at the same time when she saw Callie's latest move. That was perfect. She shook her head, the healer was glad she was a background figure. Taking her gloves off as she watched the other woman come her way, Purity grinned, it was her turn.
"Can I get a little healin' here?"
"Sure can! This won't take but a few seconds. Boy, I sure do feel like a NASCAR pitcrew guy." Purity laughed and said in a low voice as she began running her hands over Callie's injuries. The glow from her hands lit up the area for a few feet around the pair. But Purity worked quickly. "You guys doing ok? Hope so, I'll still be right here when things are over." She stopped and stood back."There ya go, that feel ok?I think I got everything."
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Post by Kurt Wagner on May 19, 2007 11:18:18 GMT -4
His heart racing, his caught his breath in a gulp and teleported farther toward the house. The odds weren't looking at all good, but Kurt knew that they would be infinitely worse if Gambit and his team were to reach whatever they came for.
“Bonjour, Stormy! Lookin’ beautiful as ever,” he called over the wind, his grin most charming. “No worries, ma belle. We jus’ came t’ get back what’s ours, den we be on our merry way.”
Kurt looked up as he materialized beneath her and a crooked smile found its way to his lips.
The odds just got better.
"Be on your way now, Herr Gambit", Kurt advised as he lowered into a tensely coiled crouch. His tail whipped back and forth, but he was otherwise motionless. He looked ready for anything they might throw at him.
"Wilkommen to the party", Kurt said to Ororo without looking up. His yellow eyes glowed brightly in the darkness.
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Post by Storm on May 19, 2007 13:27:20 GMT -4
Storm’s white eyes flashed in sync with the lightening as her anger rose. Her home was destroyed, and he had the nerve to attempt to make light of the situation? Any sympathy she may have felt for him long ago upon their first meetings was completely gone.
Her legs hung limply beneath her and the pain was intense, but her anger and protectiveness overwrote it all. She would do everything in her power to make sure that this mission failed, and luckily she wouldn’t have to do it alone. When Kurt suddenly appeared beneath her, the only physical indication that she even noticed was the small smile that curved her lips.
“Thank you, my friend,” she replied, completely ignoring Gambit’s words to focus on her teammate. “But it appears these people were not invited. Care to assist me in showing them the way out?”
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Post by scarletwitch on May 19, 2007 14:38:40 GMT -4
Wanda's hair spiraled around her face, lashing out with auburn tendrils that struck out at all angles in the wind that whipped around the courtyard. She listened to Gambit's speech, but all she could focus on was the audacity of his grip on her arm.
“As fo’ lettin’ you go in dere an’ help Magneto… dat requires trust dat y’ won’ screw dis up, an’ désolé, ma chère, but y’ jus’ ain’ earned dat yet.”
Earned? Earned?!? What does this--this boy know about what I've earned? What I've suffered through to get just a taste of Father's blood on the ground? If he only--
The monologue of inner torment went on as heated, feverish background to her still calm words, "Well, Gambit dear."
“I suggest you turn back the way you came,”
"How about I tell you this?"
"Be on your way now, Herr Gambit",
"Why don't you--"
“But it appears these people were not invited. Care to assist me in showing them the way out?”
"SHUT UP!!!" Wanda screamed into Gambit's face, eyes suddenly squeezed shut and hands curled into fists, though the comment was only partly directed at him.
She snapped the fingers of her left hand, the small sound easily getting swallowed up by the cacophony around them. Still, it carried the spark of movement for her hex with it. As she turned she directed her hand upwards, the brilliant sparkle of her power condensed in a single orb.
Seconds after she had released it from her grasp it went speeding towards the floating figure of Storm in the sky. It dissipated into the air above the Goddess while Wanda yelled to the pair, "I am trying to talk here!"
Reality warped and probability shifted. The molecules of water that were a vital ingredient in the life-giving air above Storm started to condense. They suddenly lost energy, pulling together and forming crystalline bonds with one another. Soon there was a rather impressive ball of ice formed from where there was only air before.
From there, there was nothing mystical at work. Only natural laws took hold from then on. Gravity to be precise. The circular block of ice that had inexplicably generated now started to fall--building speed with each second it moved downward. Downward onto a collision course with Storm and, ultimately given his current placement, Nightcrawler.
((Hope that this made some sense. With the trying to incorporate the previous comments into it and all. Sorry if it just sounds crazy ^-^))
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Post by Callie on May 20, 2007 21:35:19 GMT -4
The healer girl was remarkably chipper and it surprised her - though Callie knew that her and Gambit were pretty much at home with carnage and destruction, and tended to ride the adrenaline high of a fight, it was always interesting to see that kind of cheeriness in someone who wasn't used to fighting. Though she decided to put it down to Purity not really being involved - she couldn't help but wonder if she'd be quite so chipper if faced with an actual fight.
She avoided watching her injuries heal up, it was always weird to watch on Creed or Logan, and that guy she was fighting - she really didn't want to watch it on herself. Once Purity had done her thing, Callie tested out her limbs, stretching them out as the pain faded away. Perfect.
"Dat's all, y'got 'em." she nodded, satisfied "T'anks. T'ink we're doin' ok right now, y'might wanna stay back, keep y'self outta trouble, we're probably gonna need you again." She told her seriously - she didn't maintain any illusions that they were going to get out of this fight without a scratch, hell, she'd already suffered more than a few, and she wasn't the only one fighting a pretty nasty enemy, so she didn't particularly want the healer to go getting herself hurt. She hoped the other girl would understand that, even though she was being told to stay back, if they needed her, she better come running.
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Post by psylocke on May 21, 2007 14:19:15 GMT -4
“I know I be de leader here an’ all, but when I said I expected y’all t’ follow me, dis ain’ what I had in mind!”
Betsy would have dealt with him right then and there hadn't it been for the wonder weather witch to make her appearance. She knew that this was going to go from a bad situation to worse. However, something told her that she wasn't very strong and that most of her energy was coming from the anger within and the fear. Her body seemed limp in Betsy's mind and for a split second, she felt a tinge of sympathy for her old friend as she knew what it felt like to be alone in a dark place. But, it faded, remembering who exactly put her in that darkened place to begin with.
I'll have my day, just not today.
The little blue monkey showed himself again and seemed a bit more proud of himself now that he had mommy watching over him. The knock to the wall would not be forgotten, but that little twerp's transporting mutation was too good for her to simply use her psionic knives against him.
That was about the time Wanda decided to take out an eardrum with her outburst. She couldn't blame her really, but she really needed to have a talk about self control..later. Right now, taking those two out would prove difficult, but not necessarily an impossible task. Betsy noticed the shards above their heads. Nightcrawler would simply vanish and reappear, unless....
She began to focus her telepathic imaging over to his head. Cold images formed in her mind as though his feet were stuck in ice cubes and he was very cold. The temperature is very cold. Can't move. Freezing.
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