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Turn Off All Your Fears; (Split from MacReady Complex)
Topic Started: Jun 8 2012, 02:49 AM (1,904 Views)
Rusty Collins
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(Continued from MacReady Complex)

Rusty burst out into the open and came to a skidding halt as he attempted to get his bearings. The air shook with violence and the loud sounds around him in the night were more than a little disorienting. A large monstrous shape nearby caught his attention and he immediately flared up with raging flames. Orange fiery eyes focused on the shockingly monstrous brute, the disgustingly gigantic titan, the grotesque and utterly beastly…

He squinted his eyes a little.

“Kevin?”

It had to be Kevin, unless ugly was spreading. For a split second he almost thought he was glad to see him-which would have been weird had he let himself stop and ponder that fact for more than two seconds. But as it was he only had time to react. Debris fell from above him, shifting his attention skyward to some smoldering beast that had smashed into his home. There wasn’t time to assess the damage, as some shadowy shape drifting overhead drew his attention away. His eyes went wide. A massive shape was descending out of the sky toward Kevin.

Rusty didn’t even hesitate to think about it.

Flame coursed up his torso and channeled into his arms as he lifted them and pointed at the attacking creature. Immediately a dense pillar of fire erupted out of his hands and Rusty found himself pushing it outward with everything he had. The flames lashed out and struck the airborne creature with an eruption of sparks and light. The impact threw it off course, sending it crashing hard into a copse of trees which immediately caught on fire.

He put his hand to the back of his fiery head in shocked disbelief as he saw the collateral damage and looked up at Kevin with an expression that managed sheepishness despite the flames. “Well…I did keep him off you…”

Looking back down he caught a glimpse of Sally and remembered why he had come out here in the first place. “The shelters!” He called out to Kevin, not really knowing if he could hear him in human form let alone when he was in monster form. Seeing that he had Sally’s attention he motioned her over. “We have to get everyone to the shelters right away.”
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Skids
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Skids was most defiantly earning her name today. The young mutant was hurtling across the landscape, barely blinking at the vast array of things that she passed by. She slid past students, passed by parasites, dodged massive chucks of debris, moved right alongside monsters, evaded X-Men, all on a hunt for one unique young man. Russel Collins. He was a pyrokinetic, she had dubbed him “Firefist”, and she would find his overly serious butt if it was the last thing she did.

So she continued on, hopping over some busted columns of stone, ducking some small flying beast that tried to bite her face off, and letting her bubble work overtime to keep anyone from from harming her. Thankfully her tactic was working, the bubble made her untouchable as the raging war constantly redrew battle lines and continued to grow to a fever pitch. Sally had just found the massive monstrous bulk of her fellow student Freakshow when her search came to a sudden, explosive end.

A huge pillar of flame came out of nowhere and burned the living crap out of some huge crazy flying thing. The thing then lost it's bearing and crashed down like a fighter jet. Sally couldn't resist jumping and cheering. That was the essence of cool. Also there was no way that could have been done by anyone but her Rusty. She double checked to make sure the flying creature wasn't getting up before following the line of impact to lock eyes with Firefist just as he noticed her. Her smile grew until it threatened to fly off of her face as she dashed forward, leaped over a huge chunk of rock and placed herself as into Rusty's arms as her bubble allowed her.

“Found you! I mean not that you were hiding or anything. Plus you're safe. I mean I knew you would be but it's nice to see ya know? I was gonna bring you some stuff I found but I got distracted watching Kevin be a monster and then we were invaded by jungle monsters. Do we have a plan? Are we gonna get to keep fighting? Where's Visor-Guy? And what should we do next? That fire thing was epic! I wish I could have gotten pictures. I jumped over some stuff like a pro and even knocked some monsters over.”

She knew she was babbling and probably not making any sense whatsoever, but this was an amazingly cool day and everyone was kicking so much arse. Plus Rusty was right next to her. Today was just too blissful not to be happy.
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Freakshow
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JP Between Freakshow and Brood Queen

The sound of his name prompted the monster to crane its head to the side, orange eyes focusing on the source of the voice.

Rusty...

The very sight of the assholekinetic pyrokinetic made the monster growl. He might as well have been one of the other creatures flying around the temple and wreaking all this havok. But, for the time being, Kevin retained a measure of control and refrained from confusing Rusty with one of the other pimple-ridden things on the ground. Even then, he wasn't sure if Rusty was aware he wasn't one of them.

The monster hissed as flames surged up the other's form and into his arms, raising them into the air. Kevin bared his teeth, more than ready to continue the fight from earlier, but the fight for settling their differences would have to happen another time. A river of heated orange surged overhead, a tongues of fire brushing over Kevin's ugly crown, and it struck something large that had been swooping down toward him.

The Genoshan's eyes shifted toward the thing as it smoked, unidentifiable in nature, its ashy trail heading toward the treeline. Glancing back at Rusty, Kevin considered him for a moment and the monster gave a guttural scoff.

"Well... I did keep him off you..."

::Yeah, just one. Already been bit by all the other fokkin' flying prawns.:: he thought back with a sarcastic tone, obviously more focused on other things. Elsewhere, a red beam blasted through rock and stone, sending something out.

"The shelters! We have to get everyone to the shelters right away."

Typical Rusty, spouting off orders like he was a top-shot, king of the castle. With a cleaving claw, Kevin swiped at the air and -- for once -- he caught a winged creature. Instinctively, the monster drew it in, its triple-jointed limb bending to feed the broodling into its jagged jaws. Its wing, sticking out of the side of its long billed mouth, fluttered futilely as Kevin chomped. Skids skidded over and yammered to Rusty, which Kevin blew off.

::Right. Yeh both stay out of my way, Firefist, and I won't eat yeh just yet. And don't worry, I'll cover yehr ass while yeh get yehr girlfriend to the shelter.::

Oh yes. Kevin went there.

::Get going.:: The monster gurgle and turned to the side. ::Before I change my mi--::



The whispers of a galactic empire danced in murmurs on an incoherent tongue. Was it a language born on this planet? Likely not. She was reeling in her savior’s grasp, the Queen. The Red-Eyed Overlord’s power had been unexpected, and the fledgling royal, still hindered by faint echoes of individualism clung to by the tattered and dying mind of its host had overestimated its abilities, had seen to push forward in a direction it hadn’t been ready to move.

And for that moment of weakness – weaknesses purely human in source, not Brood – it suffered and it suffered greatly.

Chitinous wounds bulged as the healing powers which had made its host simultaneously perfect and difficult to overcome kicked into overdrive. The acidic tricklings came to a stop, the meat beneath the shell hardening, expanding as it grew a carapace anew. It would be tight, it would be constricting until the old shape was shed, but when the Queen arose she would be fresh again, and better suited to the combat in which she’d just so whole-handedly failed.

Silent, yes, but very much awake, and very much alive.

The Archmind reached out through her, from the Imperiatrix itself, and through her it broke a crack in the hold of the woman called The Phoenix, and she felt the inklings of her Earthbound brood return to her, and there was one in particular who bore uplifting.

::Kevin:: the voice shot into the boys head. Not Ford, no. There was no more Kevin Ford, only Brood. ::Kevin Zaan…::



::The fok?::

Something felt off. That voice wasn't his, he was sure of that. The invasive, intrusive voice sang like a chorus in his head. It was like his own instincts given thought. His flesh twitched and spasmed, and he could feel himself grow.

The Genoshan paused in his lumbering steps, the lengthy arms digging their claws into the earth. The thump of his six-chambered heart increased, the monster's diaphragm expanding and drawing in air at a rapid rate. Inside, his multiple stomachs began to twist and churn, the devoured matter becoming alive.

The infection began to spread from the inside out. Veins blackened, muscles churned, and his very cells began to scream in resistance. The Genoshan smashed its thick tail into the ground behind him, nearly striking at the lingering pyrokinetic with its thousand quills. They bristled all along his body, even as Kevin smashed his head into the ground in a brutal blow.

It was like burning alive.

He could not form words to patch together nor describe the feeling in thought.

The monster screamed as the very scales began to expand. His own claws tried to dig out the affliction, scraping at his own flesh. They wrought deep scratches, but they only began to fill up again. His scales writhed all by themselves, like a hundred thousand tiny insects in a living carpet, each with a voice that filled his head with a single thought.



::Destroy them. Bring down the temple, bring down these X-Men. They hold you back, Kevin Zaan. We will bring down your Genosha together, Kevin, and sup upon the flesh of those who would control you.::

She felt the feeling return to her mind as it began to connect with the Brood swarming below. Many of them seemed to begin go turn tail, the weak and injured all that remained steadfast. A broken broodling was, of course, worthless in the long run, and their sacrifice in facilitating their Queen's escape would be one both noble and welcomed. She spoke then to the other three mutants she had seen fit to uplift. To those that had once been Rahne Sinclair, Jacob Russoff, and Kevin Ford.

::Fly the lot of you. Come and rally with us, we will raise better forces and return in four days. I can feel tinglings in the air; the portal will be open by then.::

An eye burst open, glancing down at the writhing monster who even amongst the sea of hideous beauty stood out as her children did their work to change him into something far more glorious. ::Kevin Zaan, when you have reduced this place to ash and rubble, you will join us.::

The flying beast that cradled her in it's mitts banked a heavy turn, and flew off, towards the jungle wilds, the mountains. There they would begin the seat of their hive, from there they would conquer all.



The voice appealed to him. Thousands of whispers touched upon the notions of his past. They breathed his vengeance, granted him strength, blessed him with promises of a full belly, stuffed with those who ruined the lives of thousands of more mutants. With all of that power, with the strength of the hive, with the ability to bring down a continent -- a world...! A universe?

Lids shut tight in pain snapped open, their orange glow dimming out the slit of a pupil. The monster gave a horrendous scream, its vocal cords twisting throughout. Muscle grew upon muscle, bone upon bone, the forced transformation of the Brood's infection making him breath the familiar yellow-green haze. It fogged the air about him, steadily thickening and growing, capturing Rusty and those below in a strange smoke screen. The mutilation of Kevin's powers built meat and matter, until the cloud had billowed out many meters.

The scream faded away for a moment.

And the earth trembled.

A long, scythe-like appendage reached out of the fog, its bone-like tip goring the earth. A thicker-than-a-tree leg slammed out, ending in massive gnarled claws. The ground sank around them as its knee curled, jutting up into a single spike. Another scythe swiped at the air through the fog on the other side and yet another two swept through the air. The swell of the distortion field faded away as the creature stepped forward. Strands of the haze brushed its features, a single, twisted horn projecting out of its brow. Two large mandibles stuck outside of its jaws, clattering together for a moment as its multiple rows of teeth gnashed together. Atop of its body, a large carapace sheltered it, a mountain of armor littered with crags and spikes that pressed into the swarm above the temple.

It stood over thirty feet tall and pushing forty, column-like limbs made the very earth roar in protest. The product of a monstrous union, the Brood Colossus ignored the insignificant ants below. Rusty and Skids underneath his armored belly meant nothing.

They were nothing.

All that was not Brood would become Brood or cease. There was no Kevin Zaan. There was no Freakshow. Only Brood.

The Colossus, towering above all, began its walk toward the temple to carry out the purpose of its existence: to serve the Queen and its brethren, it would crush the temple and change the map of Savage Land.

And its walk would be a very short one.

The skies around the temple began to lighten, the sea of Broodlings in the air and on the ground parting to make way for their behemoth brother, all following the orders of their Queen and returning to the forest.
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Derek Addams
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It was buggier than Virginia in August, and on top of that, there were other things besides the massive insects tearing into their squad. They looked like the same wildlife surrounding the temple, but these things, he just didn't know what to make of them.

He caught his breath for a second after scissor-kicking what looked like an insect-like sabre-tooth tiger in the head before punching what he could only assume was a member of Lockheed's "Flock" out of the air before two more emerged from the swarm to spit flames at him.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!"

He charged. Fire, he could handle. The others, maybe not so much.

Fire... why is it always fire? he wondered as his clothes ignited, snagging one with each hand before he slammed them together. He patted them out as he glanced around for what to do next. More people were emerging from the temple to help, and a burst of solar energy announced Sunspot's arrival to the scene as the Brazilian landed beside him. "No fuckin' idea!!!" He shouted his response back at him as he noticed he'd lost sight of Lockheed. They still needed some more serious firepower.

As if on cue, the side of the temple exploded in a burst of red light. His head whipped around to see 3 more of the bug things flying out of the side, one of them, the thing that Marrow had become. The Brood Queen. For a second, he grinned. For all the talk of self-control his boss talked about, when he went full-out, there was certainly no lack of panache.

It all clicked. This mess, this surge of invading insect-things, what Lockheed had said about Rahne, his flock, and the words of the Queen, this had to be all her doing. Another familiar voice rang through his head, the one he immediately recognized as Phoenix, telling them to evacuate the temple and get to the bunkers behind the temple. He nodded to Sunspot.

"You heard the lady! Let's get everyone outta here!!!" He dashed for the entrance to the temple where Steven had apparently made his way and was still trying to push back some of the smaller swarms from the doorway as a couple more of the kids sought shelter in the tiny bubble he was providing.

"Everybody out!!!" he yelled. "Outta the temple and to the shelters! GO!!! Spot, Try to keep the bigger ones from gettin' too close! Steve-O, try to keep it up just a little bit longer! The rest of you, back them up if ya have to! Let's MOVE!"

He waved them out as the little group exited the base and ran along the outer wall toward the back. Bruiser punched down what looked like some kind of bug-gorilla before he saw Freakshow swiping at some of the other bugs in the air, and that glowy girl from the sewers talking to Rusty.

"Pull back! All of ya!!!" He shouted as he broke from his group to run to them. We're pullin' back!" It was then that he noticed that Freakshow was, well, freaking out. Something was wrong, really wrong with him. "Hey Kev.. you.." Then he began to scream, or whatever it was that qualified as a scream when he was in one of his "monster" forms. It sounded somewhere between a roar and a shriek. His body began to twist and stretch until he towered over them.

Derek's face had, til that point, been locked in a look of stunned horror, then it fell to one of complete and utter annoyance.

"I am so fucking sick of this jungle..." He snapped to the remaining two. It was spreading. Whatever that thing that had been locked in their infirmary was, it was spreading. For now, he had to lock away those feelings of dread creeping up on him. "What are you waiting for!?!? GO!!!"
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Lucy Saint
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It had been a hell of a ride since she had been swallowed whole by a dinosaur, trying to save the student Thorn from certain death. She had witnessed killings at Worthington Complex by the Brotherhood, she had been there when Sarah, also known as Marrow, had died. She had seen how a kid that her co-worker Rahne had cared so deeply about had turned out to be some alien race called Skrull and to top it all off she had seen what Marrow’s body had transformed into. If she had to be honest with herself, she wasn’t pleased and she had spent a lot of time thinking about if her love for the people she was surrounded by, was worth all this agony and confusion. Of course it was. They were all worth it and she just had to pull herself together and deal with the situations at hand. That was the only right thing to do and she knew she would pull through in the end.

Lucy had been taking a break from being in the infirmary, reading a book while sipping coffee in her room when the alarm had gone off. At first she thought it was the alarm for the infirmary staff to hurry to the infirmary, but halfway to her door she noticed that the alarm was different. More terrifying. Something was off, way off and she threw her jacket off to make sure that she could move around fully, in case that was needed. She ripped her door open, ripping the lover part of the door off the door frame and she frowned. She’d definitely have to sweet-talk Piotr or Derek to handle that at some point and as she considered how to do so she ran down the hallway, towards the infirmary to check if everything was right. Stopping a few feet behind the others, Lucy opened her eyes wide as she recognized the ‘Brood Queen’ who had ‘possessed’ the body of Marrow and three other horrible looking creatures that she had once known as Rahne, her mate Jack and Kevin.

“NO!” she shouted loudly as she witnessed how claws were slammed into her friend Piotr’s side and for a moment she thought she was now looking at her friend dying. She moved forward ready to grab him if he fell, but she stopped as she saw him power up and relief went over her. His powers were back! Everything happened so quickly and the more people fought the angrier she got at the whole situation. There was no time to step back and figure out exactly what was going on, she had to join in and help where she could. She heard the orders of getting the kids to safety and though she couldn’t make out who had ordered it, Lucy quickly turned around on her heel and ran towards the exit. The kids. She had to help the kids and as she ran she praised whatever there was to praise that she had been training in combat.

Stepping outside Lucy looked around and felt the anger build up inside of her, she grabbed a hold of two brood-bugs and slammed them together, feeling the cracking of their bones in her hands and threw them on the ground. “EVERYBODY TO THE SHELTERS!” she yelled out and looked around to see who she where she could be of assistance. She saw Rusty and Sally standing like two idiots talking like it was the greatest day ever. She walked over to them quickly and swiftly, killing whatever came within reach of her on the way, “This is not a game! Safety! Now!” she ordered and placed her hand on Rusty’s shoulder, just before a loud shriek sounded and drew her attention towards Kevin – also known as Freakshow. “The heck!?” she said and looked in horror as he changed. No. Not him as well.

She pushed the students out of the way as the enormous broodling, once known as Kevin Zaan stepped towards the temple. This was worse than she had imagined. She looked over at Derek, they had to do something. “Well, didn’t you hear me!? SHELTERS NOW!” She shouted at Sally and Rusty, and anyone else around, close enough to hear her. She grabbed a hold of a large bug-like brood thing that seemed to be on its way to somewhere and slammed her fist into its head, squishing its brain and letting it fall as she walked up to the bruised man. “We have to stop him.” She said and looked at Kevin…the brood… whatever he or it was now.

Before the man could answer her, she charged towards the temple and grabbed a hold of one the enormous thing’s leg. It was too big for her to fight alone, but she could delay it for now until the others would come to help her. She had seen her home be destroyed once and she wasn’t about to watch another one become a pile of ruins, not again. “A little help guys!” she shouted as she planted her feet solidly into the ground while holding on to the leg.
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Spitfire
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Superspeed with Pyrotechnic Effects
It was rapidly becoming obvious that there was just too much opposition out there and they were in real danger. While there were plenty of X-men in the vicinity, there were also too many students who were sure of themselves, overconfident and at risk of being killed. Jac wasn’t a great deal older than a few of them, but she had experience in spades, if nothing else. Racing around, twin trails of fire danced in her wake, guttering out within minutes but still leaving their mark as she went. It seemed to take some of the beasts by surprise and several reared back, but many just did not care and it took her feet and fists and whatever weapons she could improvise to knock them back. But she was unprepared as the next person, not as energised or well rested as she would like to be before a fight, because no one could have anticipated this nightmare.

As she fought, unpleasant thoughts began to swarm into the back of her head, washing over the gallows humour that normally got her through such things like waves washing out footprints in the sand. What if this was it? Like, really it. The prospect had come to her before, but rarely with such a sinking feeling of trepidation. It would be about right that she would die out here, away from her remaining family and people who had become a surrogate family, like Amelia, even if the woman would probably have to quite ironically kill her now, should they meet. But, if she died, who would look after Joseph? He was capable of caring for himself now, making choices and the likes, but in many ways he still needed her there. Like a big sister or aunty. Spitfire missed her brother. God, where was Brian…was he alright?

Scared, frustrated and slowly becoming distracted, the speedster wheeled around and punched out blindly, hearing the faint crunch of cartilage under her fist, but gone before she could look on the damage she had caused. Her hand hurt though. Drawing back, she looped around the temple again, unable to truly comprehend what she was seeing as the vast building was swaying after the monster had landed on the roof with a mighty crash. Shouts and telepathic commands alike were ringing out and they seemed to be scrambling to the same consensus; get the kids to the shelters.

However, the sight of those former X-people transformed left the Acolyte dead in her tracks as she saw them properly for the first time. It stung. Wither was a good kid underneath all the self-loathing and attitude, or at least she felt he could be and Rahne had taken a real chance by putting so much faith into her with caring for the kids, when she could so easily have judged her without a moment of conversation. However, stopping them…that was not the priority. Ducking under a grossly misshapen dinosaur, Jac slid to the ground and rolled on to her back, kicking upwards and allowing momentum to take her over, landing on her knees on the other side of the thing’s undercarriage. It roared, ribs broken and shattered from the speedster’s strike.

Pushing upwards back to her feet, her hand twinged painfully, but Jacqueline ignored it and shot a look around her. “HEY! Anyone who is not going to be pulling back, I’ll be breaking their nose and dragging them and I’m no X-man so you just bloody well see if I don’t! Get all the children into the shelters now!” the blonde yelled out in her best field command voice, although not that she had the authority to command anything at all here, it was simply her habit. Now if only she had a gun with her, she’d just pistol whip some of them instead, as they probably needed it. God, how did Cyclops do it…The man had the patience of a saint, surely.

Naturally, seeing as she was delivering the ‘suggestion’, Jac made to follow her own advice and started making back, when she was blindsided by a flying beastie who while likely not aiming for her, was coming past at the same time. Seeing it too late, the girl ducked and while missed being flattened, was clipped by a wing and she was tossed several feet, rolling over and over before she was able to stop herself too heavily on the already aching hand. She felt something snap as she landed and the Acolyte gave a brief yelp of pain, before she grit her teeth and scrambled dizzily to her feet.

Fuck it. After all, a person didn’t need their hands to run…

“Lucy, just let go!” she hollered as passing the nurse, who was valiantly trying to keep hold of Freakshow’s mutated form, glancing back at Skids and Rusty as she swung by them, turning to go back to the nurse. “And you two doughnuts? Are you that bloody dumb? Get the hell in the shelters before you getting in the way gets someone killed!”

God, kids…who again weren’t that much younger than her. Typical, really.

Using her good hand, she went in and grabbed hold of Lucy, keeping her weight on her back foot, ready to drag the nurse back if necessary. “You need to get off and get back now! You can’t win this, not like this! I don’t want to see this place ash, but this is not the way so you need to pull back and go save the kids, because they’re what really matters! Do you understand?”
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Werewolf
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(continuing from Macready Complex)

The feral Broodling was a devoted subject to his Queen, and he thrashed against the energy field that held him at bay from the fire-haired woman. But the deadly red beam found him again, and in the next moment he was thrown backwards again; this time it occurred with such force that Jack was sent soaring out into the grounds swarming with mutants and Brood.

His chest was split open, thick acidic blood drizzling down his front. It took longer for him to roll to his feet this time, his head still spinning from the concussive force. Jack gave a gurgling growl, his red eyes roving across the warm bodies that were hustling around him. The followers of the Cyclops were backing down and retreating into the tangles of the forest. In all that chaos, another Broodling--Kevin Zaan--had been added to their mix, his giant form casting an enormous shadow across the clearing. Clicking this jaw, Jack looked up for a moment as he stood; his Queen had chosen well, and in his admiration Her voice rang clearly in his mind again.

::Fly the lot of you. Come and rally with us, we will raise better forces and return in four days. I can feel tinglings in the air; the portal will be open by then.::

The Broodling hissed, flexing his claws in anticipation of spilling more blood for their cause, but that was not to happen today. Jack rolled his shoulders and his eyes darkened to eager slits,"hurgh..." The carapace cracked, his shoulders fracturing into pieces as two flaxen wings shuddered free. There was no hesitation before Jack lurched and took into the sky like a practiced Aculeata, his wings beating as fast as a hummingbird's to keep him level.

::As you wish, my Queen. We will follow you.::

Somewhere deep inside the Broodling psyche Jack Russell felt sick, both from the height and watching as the lives of the people he had come to know where shattered all over again. As for the follower himself, it was just the way of the Brood. And he didn't linger before he surged past the chaos and after his Queen.
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Rusty Collins
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::Yeah, just one. Already been bit by all the other fokkin' flying prawns.::

Well, yeah… He didn’t say anything, even if he didn’t think it was exactly fair, seeing how he had just stepped out from the building and all. Immediately Kevin swatted a monstrous paw at a creature, running it through with a sharp claw and pawing it out of the air. Its shrieks did not drown out the telepathic voice in his head, or the sound of Sally’s voice as she slid over to him. He did a double take at the smile on her face and honestly didn’t register what she had said, only that it seemed inappropriately chipper all things considered.

::Right. Yeh both stay out of my way, Firefist, and I won't eat yeh just yet. And don't worry, I'll cover yehr ass while yeh get yehr girlfriend to the shelter.::

Jaw muscles tensed at the taunt and the jab, but he knew Kevin was right. He’d come out to help get people to the shelters, and he would start with Sally. “Sally, focus…” He made her look at him, pointing two fingers into his eyes to get her attention. “I showed you where the shelters were. Remember? You need to go there, now. I’ll catch up-“

”This is not a game! Safety! Now!”

Rusty scowled over his shoulder at Lucy, resisting the urge to point out the fact that he had been doing just that, and wondering why she wasn’t tending to the wounded or something. What was she going to do anyway? Some kind of group therapy anger management session with the ravenous creatures? Rolling his eyes and ignoring the other blonde that had stepped up to pretend she was his superior with a bitchy air, Rusty looked back at Sally.

“This is what Cyclops wants,” he said. “Come on, we’ll get anyone we see along the way.” Looking back over his shoulder just in time to see Lucy holding on to the sharp talon of a leg on the behemoth, Rusty rolled his eyes again and shook his head. Ridiculous.

They needed all the firepower they could get-and he could help here. But it was a better time to follow orders than try and be a hero. “Come on!” he said sharply to Sally as he turned and ran. “This way!”

(exit Rusty)
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Steven Mercer
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His head was swimming. After the big, hulking mass of "whateveritwas" dropped him off at the entrance of the temple, he stumbled to his feet where a few of the other students, among them, the fire-girl who was busy spraying flames over the entire entrance as he struggled to catch his breath.

As the doors closed behind him, he collapsed as the screaming, shrieking and chittering got even louder outside. It felt like his entire head was throbbing and pulsing with each new sound.

He couldn't make any sense of it. Before now, every little bug he could sense would back off and leave him alone with just a stray thought. Even here in the Savage Land, all he had to do was focus, and they'd clear away. But these things, whatever they were... they snapped and clawed at his brain even within the gates of the temple. And every push he gave was making it harder to keep them from eating both himself and his new classmates alive.

His back hurt. He could feel the edges of his wings cutting into the soft flesh that hadn't healed yet.

Ya gotta work through the pain... eventually, you won't even feel it.

"Work through it... okay..."

As he got to his feet, he heard another voice. A woman, telling him to get to safety. The shelters. They were at the back of the temple away from the gates.

He glanced about the entryway at his classmates and from their confused expressions, could tell that they were as lost as he was. "We gotta go!!!"

The doors swung open as the class was met by one of the biggest and nastiest sights they had ever seen. The bugs weren't the problem anymore. Now, it looked like the entire jungle was bearing down on them.

He couldn't think anymore. All that was left was the push.
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Skids
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Just like that the day went from fun and exciting to crazy and harsh. In the middle of this massive jungle the X-Men and X-Students were first holding their own, then winning against staggering, overwhelming odds. This in turn had gotten one Sally Blevins amazingly pumped. The temple shifted, shook, was attacked, got better, and often expelled people from it's depths. Case in point the bug people were fleeing into the wilds. Which to Sally's mind meant that the X-types were winning. Which meant the day was saved and it was time to chase them down and beat them totally. When you were kicking butt, you kept kicking butt, everyone knew that.

However for some reason no less then 4 people, some staff, others X-Men, and one totally unknown to her, all yelled at her and others to run. Which of course made not the slightest bit of sense. When you had someone running like a dog you chased and bore them to the ground. You didn't go and seek cover or safety. That just gave the other guy a chance to catch his breath and come back at you.

Totally lost as to the reasons for the panic Skids shot Rusty a glance and was happy to note the disdain and anger on his face at the stupid orders. She was a grateful it wasn't just her who noticed how dumb people were acting. The nurse was trying to wrestle something 20 times her size, people were running everywhere and Kevin was a massive, crazy beast thing. She was untouchable, Rusty could clear the entire area by himself, yet they were told to go inside like cowards. She giggled at her friend's eye roll but nodded when he said to go.

“Yeah, sure, I'm coming. This is so lame. We could totally help out here. Mebbe we could find some squishy people that need our protection huh?”

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This was ridiculous, it really was. Something out of some horrible monster movie, which Scott was never fond of. He found them boring and trite, even as a kid, loudly protesting in the middle of crowded theaters that the people on screen were getting themselves killed because they weren't taking the fact that these were monsters seriously. Why not chop the werewolf's head off, or set Dracula on fire, why let the things that go bump in the night keep bumping when a gun would end the trouble. He was a kid then, so things were much simpler. Nowadays, as an adult who had studied battle tactics from Alexander the Great to modern techniques of war, Scott knew that it wasn't all that simple to end a fight against any enemy, much less a monster. All around him there was chaos and battle and Scott immediately took stock of his surroundings, locating every opponent on the field and every friendly, calculating what it would take, and how to direct it.

He was a remarkable pool player, was Chris Summers's eldest boy, and there had been more than once as a much younger teenager, when he was not even out of the state home, he'd hustled at the game for some spending cash. It wasn't something he was particularly proud of, but neither was he ashamed of it. It was what it was, what he was, and it was what he did.

Cyclops, as people ran for cover, pursued by monstrous things of all shapes and sizes, making a clean shot impossible, took a position where he could see a 360 degree clearance, and he began to fire using his visor to ricochet beams off of debris, off the ground, bouncing them around corners, into almost impossible angles, each blast slamming into hordes of broodized monstrosities, smashing them backwards into the jungle, or down into the ground, where they didn't move . "Clear the courtyard!" Scott ordered, as people ran willy nilly here and there. "Everyone clear the courtyard! Get to the emergency shelters! Remember the evacuation drills!"

He ran through the courtyard, trying to spot where the quartet of his changed friends and students had vanished too, but in the chaos, there was so much happening. It was like standing at the center of a swarm of locusts. The words of the Queen still rang in his ears though. They were all infected. They were all...

Suddenly, the world shuddered as something huge and horrifying lumbered into view. From the reaction of those who were in a better position to see than he had been, Scott felt his blood run cold. "Oh dear god," he muttered. He ran towards the behemoth, as at its feet a cluster of students and staff squabbled like children. "Spitfire!" he called to the only person who seemed cognizant of the danger here, "Clear the courtyard!" he ordered, "Spitfire, here! I have an idea, and I need you here now!"

He ran for the empty hanger slot where his Blackbird normal rested and he slammed out his eyebeams into the restraining bolts, shattering the concrete to free the chains. Pulling it up into a coil as fast as he could, "Spitfire!" Cyclops looked up at the giant broodling, "You ever seen Empire Strikes Back? Remember how those X-Wings took down the AT-ATs? You're the only one quick enough to make that work. I'll draw his attention! We have one shot at this! The others have gone, but we can't let him take down the temple!"

Trusting her to do the right thing, Scott took a position in the middle of the courtyard and he brought his hand up to his visor. He didn't shout something pithy and snarky at the beast, he didn't play games, he didn't act mocking or belittling in any fashion.

He just fired his powers at the beast, full thrust, full throttle, lens apertures open as wide as possible. The release was as much as he had ever allowed.

Cyclops barely registered how incredibly freeing it felt.
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Her thoughts sang their infinite song in his/their mind.

Bring down the temple, bring down these X-Men.

Ash and rubble.

Sup upon the flesh of those who would control you.

Ash and rubble.

Destroy them.


The words ran over and over through him/them. The behemoth's directive had been given by the greatest of all of their kind, the Queen planting the ambition and motive through the manipulation of her spores and invasion of her thoughts. He/they would obey, for it would allow his/their greatest dream to become reality. Genosha would be freed. His/their kin would be free from beneath the tyranny of the mutant apartheid. They would escape from the bondage humans set upon them, that made them slaves, that made them nothing more than dogs obeying morbid tricks.

They would become Brood.

And somewhere, among all the millions of voices, one tried to whisper no.

The monster gave a loud, baritone gurgle and drowned out the minute single thought, dripping strands of saliva stretching between its rows of teeth and dribbling down its chin. A thick strand broke and fell between its forelimbs, its large, bone-like appendages curving together like a great pair of shears. The slime struck earth and began to sizzle, acidic properties wearing away at the very ground that trembled beneath it. The titan stomped forward. The ground compressed under its massive weight, and the behemoth towered above all.

At one point, something touched just one of its thick limbs. Assorted organs like eyes known to the dragons of Komodo measured the variation in light, the moving obstruction signifying the presence of life. Though it could not feel those tiny hands, it could sense an attack, a hindrance to the Queen's wants.

He/They would destroy her. He/they would be destroyed or become Brood.

The twisted monster did not slow its base, but its body reacted to the aggression of the tiny creature known as Lucy. She attempted to hold him/them, but immeasurable strength withstanding, a gruesome thing began to happen. No more than a meter above her head thick scales raised from their position against one another, twitching and shaking as muscles parted. From beneath them, the writhing skin formed an opening. Teeth grew in it and began to lower to welcome her to the Brood and Spitfire would have all the more reason to drag her away.

If not, Lucy would become of the Brood before that leg moved another step and carried her off.

All beneath the titan would run, all but a few. Even the Broodkin ran at the order of their Queen. Yet he/they stayed to carry out this task and the monstrous colossus broke earth at the base of the tremble. The walls and infrastructure would shudder at the arrival of its weight.

Gurgling, the monster raised its head. Its prey did not run. It stood there, idle, unmoving. But even then its instincts did not contemplate the nature of its prey. The Queen wanted it destroyed. Her will be done.

A large claw raised from the ground and planted itself on the side of the Utopian base. It dug in to receive its weight, but the weight never came.

A single, wide column of scarlet energy intercepted the monster's ascent. Pure concussive force crashed into its side at its widest ranges, hundreds of battering rams crashing into it all at once. Despite the ferocity of the beast, despite its armored scales or inhuman prowess, the attack was rewarded with a stumble and a loud cry. The maintained concussive beam forced the monster to draw its leg off of the temple without any sort of grievous damage, supporting itself.

Scales were ripped from its meat, acidic blood attempting to leak against the grain. Hornlets were sanded down, what might have been dense pockets of keratin stripped away. But even then, the monster gave a vicious snarl. Its instincts found a more suitable prey.

Whether those instincts were monster or Brood, it did not matter. Its stomachs growled against the voices of the million Brood.

It would be sated.

Digging its claws in for support, the monster turned toward the source of the beam. Scott Summers. Cyclops. The leader of the X-Men.

Destroy them.

Bring down these X-Men.

Sup upon the flesh of those who would control you.

Ash and rubble.

Destroy them.

Destroy the X-Men.


As Brood, the monster knew what would happen when the leader was destroyed. It would do the same. It would cripple them. It would make destroying them easier. Then he/they could sup upon their flesh, ash, and rubble.

Like the Rex chasing Malcolm, the behemoth gave a sky-shaking roar and began toward the source of the beam, fighting the river of scarlet energy with a primordial defiance. Despite its size, it moved against the concussive forces on pure strength and hunger. Mandibles parted as its roar carried on, uncaring to the damage that it was still receiving in its charge. Scales continued to be blasted off, muscles pummeled.

And all the while, the earth continued to roar and quiver in protest.
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Flying things. Biting things. Scratching things. Too many things.

Beyond, the skies and the earth shook with the incessant thrumming of wings, thousands of strange and horrible creatures plaguing the air in a chaotic frenzy, lashing out at anything that could bleed. The temple teetered at a dangerous angle, it seemed, the lawn further littered by giant prehistoric stones shaped by some mysterious civilization. The panicked yelling and harsh commands dolled out by some on the field were drowned out by the screeches and roars of the mutilated that, if you looked closely enough (while they weren’t trying to chop your head off), still dimly held vestiges of what they once were. Dinosaurs, from carnivorous pack hunters to docile plant eaters, meek mammals, feathered proto-birds, the tribbles… almost all of the Savage Lands’ fauna was misrepresented in this army of horrors.

A deep scream, something unnatural and heart stopping, yet pained, boomed from the forest line. It leapt out, a blur of scales and chitinous armor and spikes and appendages, spiked tail lashing wildly about and bounding across the wildly populated lawn, sending up clods of dirt and grass with each bounce until the mutated raptor finally stopped in an inert lump.

Her heart raced, chest heaving with deep gasps as she finally lowered her arms, shoulders hunched and tail bristling with open aggression. Every step of the way back to the temple had been a fight, swarming bugs and gnashing teeth intent on not only keeping Doreen Green from her temple home but making sure she’d never saw it again. Whatever these things were, they were cruel. They were evil. And they stomped all over her biological microsystem tent. So much for her summer project.

Doreen didn’t bother to remove the twigs and bramble from her ruined hair, or lament the terribly muddy and tattered state of her clothes. She didn’t notice the scrapes on her knees, the scratches on her arms, the noxious smell of Brood blood on her knuckle spikes. And when the underbrush and tree branches around her rattled, she didn’t bother to look behind, either, or acknowledge the increasing volume of snarls that were accompanying her own. Gleaming little eyes glared out from the mottled shadows of forest cover, sharp and lengthened incisors and needle like teeth bared in snarling snouts, hackles raised.

Civets from all over the jungle heard the chaos, heard her calls. And this time, she could speak their language.

Straightening up from her feral crouch, Doreen threw out an arm, pointing at the invasion forces that were swarming the temple, and her lungs bellowed out a primordial snarl of her own.

<<No one attacks our home! They ate your food! They ate your babies! Make them pay! WE WILL MAKE THEM SORRY!>>

The civets snarled their war cry, a new swarm of furry grayish brown bodies added to the field as they bounded forth with relentless fury, mobbing any Brood that was unfortunate enough to stand in their way. Giant rodents with saber-like teeth, they continued to burst from the tree line. Most were no chance for the Brood, not one on one. Like their modern rodent counterparts, they could be skittish when alone. But when in large numbers, like they were, and extremely angry, like they were, they were vicious, fearless, and more than willing to take down a larger adversary. Doreen learned this first hand. She also knew they were always, always, hungry.

“GraaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Doreen roared, her sneaker bearing down on a hard shelled monstrosity as she leapt upon what might’ve once been a hadrosaur, punching at the creature with a spiked knuckle until its thrashing finally managed to throw her off. Doreen flew, but her body nimbly twisted and turned in a fashion that had long since become inherent to her, tail acting as a counterweight to land on her feet. The creature roared at her, but before it could launch itself into a charge, the civets were on it, hissing and biting and clawing.

Little teeth gnashed incessantly through chitin armor, as they swarmed one Brood after another, the monsters giving aggravated shrieks as they thrashed and slashed and sent many of Doreen’s fuzzy army lifeless to the ground, punctured and gutted.

But for every one civet they'd fling away, a dozen more would vex them.

That was the marvelous thing about rodents. Like roaches, they had perfected the art of survival early on in their evolutionary history, as currently displayed. What they lacked in thunder lizard-size, they more than made up for in sheer numbers.

Doreen dodged and weaved across the lawn, avoiding scythed limbs and claws and teeth as she darted and twisted nimbly around surrounding attacks. She quickly noticed that the smaller of these monsters were retreating back into the forest. From the temple, something flew out into the air, flying in a brilliant field of red light. Doreen might’ve cheered, except that Mister Summers never let the eye-canons fly unless there was a grave threat. Whatever was happening outside was also happening inside their home.

She paused for a split second, worry cracking her snarling façade just long enough for a blonde streak to pass her by. It was that Brotherhood girl, the one that was supposed to be evil but never really acted like it, telling everyone to get inside. With Kevin suddenly becoming even more scary than usual, Squirrel Girl wasn’t about to question. Doreen didn’t have a chance to acknowledge anything before the speedster was gone.

Clearing her throat and funneling her hands around her mouth, Doreen snarled and chittered, projecting her voice as far as she could. The civets responded, continuing to swarm the invaders but maneuvering in and among themselves to form a semi-circle near this portion of the temple, herding the Brood away from the temple. Grass crunched by her feet, a little green dinosaur bobbing at her side with a little red squirrel perched on its back.

“Monkey Joe, make sure the civets keep pressing forward. Drive the evil, evil things away, and when you’re done, meet me at the temple,” she ordered her little lieutenant, hunched down and head kept low to avoid the flying beasties. The squirrel acknowledged her with a tiny bark, whipping out a small branch forward like a saber. His long-necked mount reared back even further, and darted out in the fray with surprising speed, beating a flying swarmer senselessly with the stick. This whole field should have been the delusions of a crazy person. Then again, nothing was strange with a Squirrel Girl running around.

Doreen ran, bounding on all fours as her spine flexed and stretched and sent her leaping far, tail trailing behind. Rather than head straight for the shelters, though, she suddenly veered, spotting someone huddled in the treeline and grasping their side.

“Mister Everett!” she called out, Doreen skid to a halt, nearly bowling over in the slick mud. Clawed fingers dug into the ground, providing traction until she stopped and stood up, wiping her hands clean on her already terribly muddy shorts. “Ohmygoodnessgolly, are you okay? You don’t look okay. HereletmehelpyouuOOOOHCRAP!”

A spiked monstrosity leapt at them from the forest cover, all six sets of claws outstretched and ready to slice them open. Its attack was cut short, however, by another swarm of civets, knocking it over and back into the obscuring jungle thicket.

“Okay… okay. We’re safe. It’s being offpaneled,” Doreen said before offering Everett a hand, moving to loop his arm over her shoulders and help him walk if need be. “The civets will take care of it. Let’s get out of here.”

Beyond, the battle raged on.
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Roberto couldn't believe what was going on. It seemed that one moment everything was fine, and in a matter of minutes he was having to deal with sheer chaos. Roberto stood next Derek who like him had no idea what was going on. He fought along side him punching and blasting every brood he could manage. It wasn't enough though, not nearly enough. There were just too many of them.He punched one of the larger broodlings sending it sprawling off into the distance. Roberto then reached into his pocket, and plopped on his communicator just in time to hear Spitfire's messages.

He saw one of the creatures go on top of the temple, and attempt to stabilize it with it's body. It didn't last, and the creature soon shifted back into it's human form revealing itself to be none other then Synch obviously using his powers to replicate Freskshow's. He frowned when he saw Synch get hit, and knocked off of the temple. His first instinct was to fly after him, but he knew his presence on the battle field was more important as there were still innocent students on the courtyard, that needed to be both protected, and evacuated to the safe houses. As worried as he was about Synch he knew that the man was more then capable of taking care of himself, all of the innocent children still on the courtyard though was a completely different story.

Quickly surveying the courtyard for any child who might've needed his help Roberto frowned when he spotted Skids who had seemingly ignored his order to get to safety, and instead opted to skate around, and help other students, she was doing well enough but he couldn't help, but shake his head when he saw the smile on her face. It seemed like she thought what was going on was fun, like it was some sort of adventure. If she only knew the kind of trouble they seemed to be in. Roberto was then attacked by an extremely large brute of a brood creature who attempted to impale him with one of it's claws. Attempting to take advantage of Roberto's momentary distraction.

Roberto luckily managed to block the attempted stab, by catching the thing's claws with his bare hands, and as a result ended up in a grappling match with the thing which just so happened to be just as strong as Roberto, something not surprising when taking into account the thing's monstrous size. Roberto gritted his teeth as he struggled against the creature trying his best to over power the thing, and push it back. But as the struggle continued Roberto soon realized that he simply was not strong enough to push the creature back...as seconds ticked by the creatures huge talon got closer, and closer to impaling the Brazilian solar powered mutant.

It was not looking good for him, that is until he flashed back to one of Logan's hand to hand lessons, and changed up his game plan. Roberto stopped trying to over power the creature, and instead opted to use the thing's momentum against it. He did this by side stepping to the left and forcibly pushing the creature forward causing it to stumble forward, nearly losing it's balance. Using the opportunity Roberto quickly charged his right fist up with plasma energy before punching the creature in the side of it's head with all of his might before releasing the solar blast into it at point blank range...taking the creature down for the count. Roberto took a deep breath, the attack had taken a good bit of energy out of him, but he knew there was no way he could rest. Luckily, the sun was out in full force so he would be recharged rather quickly.

Things then got even worse as Roberto looked up to the top of the temple to see Molly a fairly new student with an impressive amount of super strength. Strength that was at a level that eclipsed even his own. He watched in amazement as she threw a creature that was more then twice the size of the one he had just been struggling with, "That is one scary kid." Roberto commented to himself before watching in horror as she fell unconscious off of the temple. Despite knowing on an intellectual level that there was no way he would reach her in time. On instinct alone Roberto took off into the air at full speed in an ill fated attempt to try and catch her...instead he was attacked by three flying broodlings and knocked to the ground. They over powered him for a few seconds as he focused his solar energy into his center, he then released a small omnidirectional sphere of solar plasma blowing the three flying broodlings off of him.

Roberto was breathing heavily after that one his solar form wasn't glowing nearly as brightly as it usually did which was a well known sign that he was burning up energy faster then he could replenish it. Put simply, he was tired...but he had to keep fighting he was an X-Man, and X-men didn't give up....ever. What he saw next shook him to his very core. There in front of him was none other then Rahne, but she wasn't Rahne at all instead she had become one of them. The sight of her put Roberto in a state of shock for a moment...never in a million years would he have thought that Rahne would be converted into one of those things. She was Rahne after all, in all honesty Roberto would've thought he would be made into one of those things long before Rahne was. Roberto swallowed nervously....he didn't know how they were going to get out of this one. He then collected himself the kids needed him, they would fix Rahne...they would fix everything they were X-Men this is what they did.

Just when he thought things couldn't have gotten any worse Roberto looked over to see that Freakshow had somehow been converted into one of the Brood. Cyclops having arrived on the battle field was blasting off optic blasts by the dozens hitting just about every broodling in sight. One of his blasts hit Freakshow, causing him to howl in pain before turning his attentions to Cyclops. The only person opposing him was Lucy, and although she was very powerful in her own right Roberto knew for a fact that she alone wouldn't be enough to stop Freakshow from getting to Cyclops. Roberto knew that there wasn't a lot of fire power on the battle field they were spread too thin, and were outnumbered ten to one, perhaps even more then that. So when Freakshow made his move to attack Cyclops Roberto felt it was pretty much up to him to do something about it. Roberto took off into the air, and once he got within good firing range of Freakshow he let loose with a double fisted plasma blast hoping that it would be enough to deter him away from Cyclops. He was there leader, and without him they were pretty much...well fucked.
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A veritable war zone surrounded them, full of things that shouldn’t even exist and still orders were being ignored all around the place. Jac was making a mental note of exactly who was at fault, but aside from yelling at people to get inside, she could hardly drag them all physically. If they had been members of the Brotherhood… The battle was making her lose her patience with all of those who continued to swarm around despite lacking training. Their wish to do something would have been wonderful at any other time but right now? All it did was endanger lives. But finally they seemed to be listening, moving off as if they were being sent to bed early, dismissed from some game. God. Ignoring the pain in her hand, she gave Lucy another shake.

“Come on, they’ll need a medic in the shelters!”

With that she spun off, unwilling to waste any more time on a woman who was older than she was, who should hopefully know better than to engage in such confrontation, without thinking of the bigger picture. Sure, the temple was in danger, but then the people in the shelters would be too, if they lost medical personnel.

Hearing her name being called, the girl swung back around and skidded to a halt before Cyclops who was holding on to a large chain. Despite the situation, an almost cocky grin spread across her face. “As much as I love the Fellowship…there’s only one return and it ain’t of the king, it’s of the Jedi,” Jac quipped quickly and nodded, face a little more serious to show she understood. Grabbing hold of the end with her good hand, she ran the rest of the end across her body and clamped it under her arm where her hand was broken. At least, it probably was broken, given the current colour and size of the damn thing. “Just call me Dak, alright?”

Giving him another, this time wholly earnest grin, she sprinted off at her top speed without really thinking about who had given the order. Following orders just came naturally to her, and given the situation Spitfire would have been letting herself down. She was an Acolyte, but some things mattered more than being choosy about who exactly was giving you command.

With a hefty yank of the chain, Spitfire set off, picking up speed quickly as almost practically threw towards Freakshow, or perhaps rather what had been him. He was grossly distorted from his natural shape, which really was saying something. Lucy better have bloody moved… the blonde thought to herself grimly as she sped across the courtyard as fast as she could, forcing herself to gather even more and more speed until everything seemed to suddenly slow down around her and her heart was hammering painfully in her chest. Something clicked and for a brief moment the girl wondered if this was how Pietro saw things.

Ignoring the pain in her hand and chest, Spitfire turned, dragging the chain and running around and around Freakshow, yanking and tightening the chain as she went. Right now she felt more like an ewok than an X-wing pilot, but she was determined not to give up. After he was entangled as possible, Jac took a shaking breath and broke away, heading back to Cyclops and struggling to come to a halt, stumbling and skidding as she tried to catch her breath, coloured lights dancing across her vision.

“D-don-ne,” she stammered, breathing still difficult. “I do- don’t know h-how long th-hat’ll last,” coughing, the speedster closed her eyes and shook her head, inhaling sharply as her body came to terms with the huge spike in her speed.
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