Exiles in Elseworlds

A stake follows, aimed at her face, wrenched from the ashes of another. His eyesight returned, healing factor accelerated by adrenalin, he noisily claws the thick, rancid air, bone meeting webbing, creating some kind of crazed cats-cradle between them.

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While Nocturne is scrambling to the ceiling, Spidey covers her by kicking that stake out of the way before it hits anybody.

Then, he gives the elf girl a look.

"On three."

Two more weblines fire out of his wrists, to snag this monster's arms.

"One!"

With a bit of a grunt, his heightened strength will manage to yank that snarling ugly off the ground, right towards them.

"Two!"

Then, before he gets those stubby arms into chopping range, he juts his foot out right at that drooling face.

"THREE!"

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SMACK

TJ times a two-footed kick to Logan's face along with spidey's, adding a few more hex bolts in for good measure.

This really shouldn't be as fun as it is, should it?

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Blood splatters, bone cracks and splinters. Skin burns.

Wolverine gives a torrid voice to the heat of pain within.

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There's a slight smirk beneath the mask.

"Maybe we're actually a team after all."

Then, he's cursing flipping out on Mystique. He's hoping he's got enough webbing left to pin this guy wherever he lands...

It comes out in globs - pin those claws down first... then the ankles...

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Flesh and bone regenerates before their eyes; a healing factor driven to insane speed over the years out of necessity and environment. He lands heavily, but even so he's rolling back to his bare, bloodied feet. He may not be sane, he may not be entirely human, but a predator learns - and learns quickly. He will not be tagteamed a second time.

The claws are sheathed, shedding the webbing onto the surface of his skin. He then reaches up to take the flickering torch from its brace on the wall to burn it from his flesh.

No sound from him this time, but he watches them both with a predator's eye.

And the torch will come for the webslinger, held in his scorched hand and aimed for his face as he springs forward once again.

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Shock it! This creep is unstoppable!

It's only his reflexes that manage to save him, surprised at the bastard's vertical leap to come after them on the ceiling... that, and the unique makeup of his costume that's flame retardant.

Still, the fire scorches him with its heat. He drops straight to the floor to avoid that charge, springing back to the ceiling as quickly as he can, next to TJ.

"Now's your chance, before he regains his footing!"

A fastball special, hurling Nocturne at the hairy runt.

"GET IN HIS HEAD!"

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The move catches her by surprise, but only for a few fractions of a second. She moves herself into a very graceful swan dive, sailing towards the Canadian, ready to phase into his body.

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He whirls with surprising speed, the torch still in his hand - and hurls it at her throat with a roar. Bone is still knitting, and his face is visibly shifting back into shape as it does so.

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The vision is accelerated, and the reflexes are enhanced... so he's hoping that'll be enough to snuff that flame with thes webbing shots...

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Her fuzz is a little singed by the time the webbing snuffs out the flame, but she doesn't let it interrupt her dive into Logan's chest, where she immediately begins to fight for control of his body.

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"Nocturne? You.. did you get him?"

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The hex bolts did the trick. Between the mounds of charred webbing and the shed skin to get the last of it off her, it looks like there's apartially digested woman on the floor.

But now Raven is free.

She strides over to James/T.J. The girl's powers normally leave a victim unconcious for 24 hours after the possession ends. With James, that might buy her 2.4 seconds.

It'll be enough.

She cups his cheek in one hand. "Time to go now, sweetheart." It's not clear who she's talking to.

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Logan's eyes glow yellow as Nocturne gains control of his body.

"Got him. Mostly. Give me a... ugh... second... there" she tells them in Logan's voice.

She jumps out of his still-healing body, leaving him slumped on the floor. "Go for it" she says.

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Raven straddles his prone body. One hand shifts into bone edged point. She plunges it straight up through the hard muscle of his chest, pushing through organs, up and up until it rests at the base of his throat.

Her flesh peels back from her last grenade. James made her practice this. Just in case. Decapitation is one of three things SHIELD thinks might keep him down. Position it just right and...maybe.

"Entschuldigung, liebe."

She pulls the pin.

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There's a sickening crunch, the familiar and torturous twisting of muscle and cartilage fighting to heal around the intrusion. He arches his back, jolted from his unconscious state just long enough to look back up at her in the moment of realization.

It could just be her imagination that she can see what might be a fleeting moment of gratitude in those dark eyes. It could be so many things in that moment.

She'll never get to know.

The grenade explodes in a gorey miasma of flesh, blood and bone.

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