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Darkness is Light
He smelled them. The familiar scent drew him like a bee to honey;melting away from the Queen while she consulted Marius. He has been a lurking shadow since then, out of sight, biding his time with the self-proclaimed promise of violence. He knew they were far from fond of each other, and now they are in disarray while the blood of Yeshua coats the stone floors in a macabre mosaic of Mystique's making.
Now, when their alliance hangs by the most precarious of threads, is when he strike; and he will take her out, the strongest first.
Teeth and claws, bone and flesh, reveal themselves in split-second anticipation of deadly impact.
Now, when their alliance hangs by the most precarious of threads, is when he strike; and he will take her out, the strongest first.
Teeth and claws, bone and flesh, reveal themselves in split-second anticipation of deadly impact.
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"Take the babies away first, Wanda. Take them far away from the Queen while we're here, far away from danger. You'll have them with you, so there won't be any need to search."
What calibur would be needed to blow off a baby's entire head? She's low on ammo. Might need multiple shots - especially if she has to go through the nurse's back to get them.
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Raven walks over to the nurse, ignoring the 'sape. She gently strokes one boy's head. Yes. Two shots if she's aiming right. Go for the base of the neck.
"There's something special about this age. It makes you wish they could stay like this forever. Sometimes, I look at Kurt and still see a little bundle of blue fur barely bigger than my hands."
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He hates everything.
Everything.
This pit in his stomach is never gonna go away.
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She has no idea what her presence will add or detract from this situation.
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Two shots.
"Or not."
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"No!" shrieks Wanda. But even in her grief, she has not forgotten her mother's right to vengeance.
A hex bolt flies from her hand, aimed right at Mystique.
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Of course, it's a mercy here.
Having seen how Nocturne's "hex bolts" work, he's really not looking forward to seeing what crazy vampire bitch does with them.
Two more gobs of webbing - and he's really going to have to eat like a horse to replenish it, provided they live through this... and he can ever actually EAT again.
Aimed at the eyes and mouth...
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At first it feels like ageing, Dorian Gray finally catching up with his portrait, but then her skin starts to spread, pooling outwards, every part of her losing cohesion.
The contents of her chest spill out onto the ground. Guns. Ammo. A carton of cigarettes. She tries to hold onto her pips, but her hand is no more than a small wave in the puddle that is her body.
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The webbing comes at her. One gob flashes into flame, but the other hits her mouth.
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That's just what she does. As the Spider of Christmas Future takes his shots, she revs up the light powers and fires a laser shot at the head of the witch. It is meant to slow her first, allowing for a follow up to try and get her head off. Course, the likelihood of getting a follow-up is slim to none.
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"Oh, hell, I am not getting stuck here!" TJ yells, firing her own bolts at this sinister imitation of her mother.
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The laser beam turns, then curves and coils midair, resembling a serpent made of light. It rears back, in imitation of a cobra, then strikes out at the invaders.
The hexbolts scatter harmlessly against an eldritch shield.
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This just got a little too crazy for her. She doesn't have magic or powers or anything. She just has guns.
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"Mom?"
A little bit of telepathy is used to share a few memories with Wanda. Braiding her hair. The little song and dance number she made up when she was six. Shopping for a prom dress.
Fighting ain't gonna do it. Emotional blackmail might.