Jean-Paul, Laura, Bishop, Vanessa, Laurie, Kyle & Lykos (w/Jean)

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When Lykos gets onto the pair of mutants following him things quickly spiral out of control.

Following this man was, so far as Jean-Paul was concerned, one of the most boring assignments he'd ever been given. He was in the air over the city, drifting toward a building that was close enough to where Lykos was standing that he'd be able to keep an actual eye on him until Laura caught up and the man was just standing there. He settled on the roof of the building, but because of the angle, didn't have very good line of sight. Sighing, he drifted upward again, staying in the shadow of another building to minimize the likelihood of being seen, and then flew down to ground level.

He wound up getting closer to Lykos than he intended to when he landed, closer than he'd been during any of the trailing and tracking he and Laura had been doing, but he wasn't too terribly worried. After all, the man was horribly boring and, for the most part, did nothing but walk into and out of shops all day.

Despite appearing completely human, anyone standing close enough to Lykos would have heard a remarkably reptilian hiss issue almost silently from him. He sensed...power. And much more than the bits and drabs that the residents of District X tended to give off. And it was close, as well. His head cocked to the side, and he looked unerringly at the shadows Jean-Paul was doing his best to keep to.

Jean-Paul's default reaction to being spotted was, generally, not to freeze. The faster he went, the less likely he was to be caught. But there was something about the Lykos that made the hair at the nape of the Quebecois' neck stand on end. Moving with a caution that made him feel like he'd stepped into a world filled with molasses instead of air, Jean-Paul walked toward the sidewalk proper just to see what would happen.

Lykos' head pivoted almost inhumanly as he stalked toward Jean-Paul. His nostrils flared, he licked slightly at his lips, and if someone could have seen close enough, they might have seen the barest of red tinges creep into the edges of Lykos' eyes. Despite the fact that he'd been feeding somewhat regularly, it felt like forever since his last 'meal', and he was oblivious to his surroundings and the people he moved around. His hands flexed, and he made a reaching motion, even though he was still too far from Jean-Paul for his power to gain any purchase on the Canadian's life force.

Yet.

Increasing his pace just a little so that Lykos didn't gain on him, Jean-Paul frowned. He didn't like the way the other man was looking at him and he'd had plenty of practice, in his life, with predatory looks. This one looked like he actually intended to eat Jean-Paul, and most definitely not in the fun way. He stopped moving suddenly and then reversed, approaching the other mutant. "Pardon, what is it you want?"

Lykos' hand clamped like a manacle around Jean-Paul's wrist and he shuddered almost sexually at the first taste of energy. "You," he said with a tooth-bared grin.

Jean-Paul reacted without thinking, instinct going into the movement of his body as he went from zero to full speed in almost no time. He pushed the wrist Lykos held toward the other man to loosen the grip while he punched the other man in the gut with his free hand.

Lykos grunted as he felt a rib break with a muffled wet snap. That had hurt, and he hadn't been hurt like that since...the claws of that young feral outside the museum. It was no matter, as feeding would grant him enough energy to heal the wound. And as powerful as Jean-Paul seemed to be, he didn't even have to be touching the other man to consume his life force. It helped, though, and he leapt forward, wrapping an arm around Jean-Paul's neck, his other arm snaking under an armpit, getting inside his guard too close to be punched again. "Mmmm, delicioussssss..." he whispered sibilantly in the other man's ear.

Laura hadn't even been that close when she heard Jean-Paul and the Lykos guy, and they didn't sound like having a nice conversation. So she changed from the quiet stalk to a predatory rush, getting close just in time to see Lykos...humping Jean-Paul from behind? Gross gross gross. She made a short spring towards the man, and when she was close enough jumped, claws on her hands popping as she did a fast slash at the man's back. A flesh wound, but a painful one, she hoped. Laura landed and turned right away, ready to cut an arm out of the guy if she had to. "Get your hands out of him, you creep!"

Lykos shrieked, a sound with alarmingly reptilian overtones, and he lashed out and heavily backhanded
Laura. Two mutants, and so full of power...his eyes tinged over, almost completely red now. "Feralsssss and your damned clawsss..." he hissed, his hands curling and fingers lengthening slightly. "Sssssee how you like your own medisssssine..." he said, his head moving hypnotically until he was at arm's length to tear at Laura.

Laura had been expecting the attack, and so managed to avoid it as she moved in a semi circle around Lykos. And to think Vanessa had said he could have been the victim in all this! "Oh, you are so going down." He was closer, now, but Laura didn't mind. She might not be as fast as Jean-Paul, but she had good enough reflexes to lunge and quickly jump at Lykos, doing a cartwheel on the air as she passed over him, foot claw popping and aiming for a cut on his shoulder.

Jean-Paul felt dazed and he wasn't sure why, but he'd never been one to let exhaustion overtake him before he'd finished his work - of course, his work had entailed, until a few moments ago, not being seen by this man. So he'd failed at that, he'd let Vanessa tear him a new one later. For the time being, he had a much younger partner who was doing some impressive aerial work and she couldn't even fly - at the very least, he needed to help.

He just couldn't understand why he felt the lag of a full day's hard work tugging at his shoulders. They'd been tailing Lykos, true, and he'd been in the air, but he hadn't been flying at speed and there'd been plenty of rest on rooftops.

Pushing the thought away from himself, Jean-Paul forced himself to move at superspeed and turned in Lykos' hold, ripping himself free before shooting skyward.

------

Jean-Paul had his mobile out and the speed dial for Vanessa depressed as he sped just far enough away from their suddenly more interesting target. The phone was at his ear as he turned to keep one eye on Laura.

Vanessa heard the ringtone she reserved for X-Factor employees and answered immediately. "Aye?"

"Trouble," Jean-Paul said without preamble. He told Vanessa their located before diving in to distract Lykos before he could get his hands on Laura. "Assistance would be appreciated."

"Have Bishop in tow, we'll be there in a second," she told him before ringing off. Vanessa cursed aloud. She and Bishop were in the middle of Chinatown which wasn't exactly conducive to her being armed. She knew there was a reason why she should ignore Bishop's law abiding instincts when they were out together. She grabbed the tall man's arm and tugged him toward the curb so they could attempt to hail a cab. "We've got to go. Jean-Paul and Laura need us, dunno what's up but he sounded busy."

Bishop was tugged along, looking down at Vanessa. "This is why I always drive, you know. We're going to have to pay this guy really well to get him to drive like we might need him to."

Vanessa looked unimpressed. "He's a cabbie, he makes more money from multiple fares than he does from sitting on us for as long as possible." A taxi pulled up to the curb and Vanessa quickly claimed it before the thirty-something who looked like he was angling to steal it could try to do so. She gave the driver their destination and asked him to get them there asap. Cab drivers in New York weren't really the most patient group of folks to begin with. She just hoped they could survive the drive.

"Don't get caught with this." Bishop pulled a small back-up pistol from his ankle, handing it to her once he was in the cab. "And make those seven rounds count."

Eyes glancing from the handgun to Bishop, she slipped it into the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back under her back. "I always make my shots count." After a small pause she added, "It would be entirely unprofessional to kiss you right now, but just know the sentiment is there."

"You boyfriend wouldn't care for it either, I'm sure." Bishop retorted, rolling down his window enough to be able to fire out of it if necessary while still leaving it up enough to make throwing something in difficult.

"Boyfriends due tend to be picky that way," she told him, keeping an eye out for any apparent commotion on the streets. The taxicab sped down the streets, swerving from one lane to another without an apparent care in the world. There were a few close calls on the way to their destination but it was obvious when they'd reached their end point. The taxi driver slammed on the brakes as his car got added to the standstill traffic. It was hard to keep driving when there was a creature that appeared to be half-man, half-dinosaur in the air.

Bishop handed over the fare with a generous tip. "You'll want to go the other way now." He stepped out and held the door for Vanessa. After slamming the door, he hit the top of the cab hard to remind the man to leave. "Do we have someone coming to get him down or would I have been better off with a harpoon gun?"

"Better off with a harpoon gun," Vanessa told him as she made her way through the stopped cars on the street. "I'll see if I can get someone to get SHIELD here, but we're going to have to manage to get enough restrain and subdue action going on until then."

"We'd better get to some high ground, then. Or toss a steak out here to see if he'll come down." Bishop said in a morbidly humorous way.

Vanessa didn't laugh, but an amused smile played across her lips. She looked at the situation in the sky and then at the people standing around gawking. "I'll handle crowd control. If Jean-Paul can't run him down then," she shrugged. "Shoot him out of the air." She didn't mean with bullets. "Whatever it takes, aye? And I'll get on that SHIELD bit." She pulled out her phone and headed away from Bishop toward the crowd of onlookers.

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Seeing one of his prey take to the skies, combined with the cut of Laura's claws, sent Lykos into a rage. They would learn what it meant to cross Sauron. His shoulders threw back, and he let out another reptilian scream as the bestial part of his being finally took complete hold. A pair of leathery wings ripped through his back and shirt, one of them flinging Laura a dozen feet down the emptying street. Muscled legs bunched under his pants, shredding them around the knees. With another cry, he took to the sky in hot pursuit of Jean-Paul.

The Quebecois hadn't expected the transformation, but his confidence in his own abilities made him smirk just a bit. If the creature wanted to follow him into the skies, they would see who the better flier was.

Jean-Paul was quicker on a straightaway, but the eddies of wind currents around buildings helped Sauron keep the chase close, and every time the Quebecois cornered around a building, the large pteradon made up some ground on him. He snatched at Jean-Paul's ankle from just out of reach, screeching in frustration. It was fun when the prey ran, but this was getting tedious.

Making sure they wound up essentially where they'd been when they both took flight, Jean-Paul also kept himself just out of the creature's grasp. It was an interesting juxtaposition, having to stay close enough to taunt without getting himself caught while fighting the urge to just hit Mach 2 so he could get away from the thing.

He hoped he'd taken up enough time with their circuitous route for reinforcements to have arrived.

------

Vanessa's eyes flickered between her phone and the half-pterodactyl, half-man trying to attack her friends. They were holding their own but killing the guy, hostile mutant or not, in public wouldn't be the wisest most for any of them. She finally got Jean's number dialed and waited while she listened to the other line ring.

During a rare moment of quiet, Jean sat in a overstuffed chair in her bedroom, reading The Once and Future King. The book was a perennial favorite of the professor's to teach to students and she was rereading it out of nostalgia's sake.

Marking her place in her book, Jean made her way over to her dresser where she normally plugged in her cellphone to charge as she heard the phone start to ring. Vanessa?

"This is Jean," she said.

"Hey, favorite leather-clad chick superhero of mine," Vanessa greeted, ushering a civilian further away from the fighting. "Please tell me you have the means to contact SHIELD in your awesome, superhero capacity."

"I'm flattered," Jean said, immediately picking up on the sounds of chaos in the background.

"I can make a few calls. Someone get a little rowdy at the bar?" she said as she stood up from her chair, walking over to her dresser. The drawer opened and a notepad and pen slipped into her hand.

"Location, situation, and suggested number of backup?"

"No leather brigade needed. Situation vaguely under control. I've got a half-pterodactyl type guy attacking my people in Brooklyn," Vanessa explained and gave Jean a more specific address. "I'm pretty sure he's losing but I need SHIELD to pick him up and lock him up or we're going to have to put him down lethally and publicly with self-defense and defense of the public as our only ticket to stay out of jail. If SHIELD only has humans," she trailed off and could be heard yelling at someone to stay the fuck away. "They'll need a dozen people possibly. Unless he's unconscious when they show."

Vanessa took a moment to explain to a woman that it wasn't a real dinosaur, yes it was a mutant and yes those other people were mutants who were trying to keep him from hurting anyone. The woman could be heard asking if the dinosaur man ate people and Vanessa's only answer was, "God, I hope not. And I don't think so." They've found those bodies intact, after all.

Coming back onto the phone, Vanessa told Jean, "Lykos. Karl Lykos is the target attacking people."

Jean's eyebrows rose as she scribbled down a few notes in shorthand.

"Lykos...that sounds familiar...not familiar enough to ring a clear bell, though," she said.

If this had been the only time the X-Men or X-Affiliated persons had run into dinosaur-like creatures she might've been able to probably get a better idea, but as it stood she only saw scenes from one of the Jurassic Park movies playing out in her mind.

"I'll tell them to take the proper precautions. How bad does it look? Does anyone need medical attention?"

"No, everyone's fine. We're keeping the innocents away and most are running and hiding anyway. I think all the people engaged in the fight heal easily and all but I'll let you know if anyone sustains injury." She did a visual check of everyone to verify that no one had lost an arm or anything yet.

"Good, I'll have Hank put the Blackbird on standby just in case," Jean said, already going over what potential injuries might indeed be caused by a giant half-dinosaur. Broken bones, lacerations, blunt force trauma...

"I'll get SHIELD on the phone after I'm done with you. There's a base nearby so they should be there within minutes."

"Great. Thanks, Red. I owe you a night out for this." Technically it wasn't exactly a favor but Jean was being put out of her way for Vanessa, superheroine or not. "A night in Salem, even. Harry's. Or wherever. On me."

Jean laughed. "It's no big deal, but if you're offering, I'll be glad to take you up on it,' she said as she drew a line under the address she's given her.

"And Nessa? Be careful."

Vanessa smiled at the use of her preferred nickname. "Aye, ma'am, I will." Then she hung up to pay more attention to the situation at hand.

Jean immediately dialed the SHIELD office as she made her way out of her room. headed down to the medlab where Hank was. The SHIELD guys usually knew when she called it was going to be something interesting. This call was no different.

"Hey Dan, this is Dr. Jean Grey-Summers. We have a situation down in Brooklyn. Something about a dinosaur like mutant. No, I'm not kidding..."

------

Laurie said Bishop's name clearly and could hear the phone dialing in her ear as she clung to Kyle, arms wrapped tightly around his waist in a death grip as he wove in and out of traffic at an unhealthy speed. "Come on, come on, pick up," she muttered, closing her eyes briefly as Kyle wove between two taxis in what she was considering an insane replication of a Grand Theft Auto move. "I would like not to die, very much," she yelled at him.

"I'm not gonna get us killed." Kyle shouted back. "It's just there's a lot of fucking one-way streets." And he was so not driving on the sidewalk. That would end up with someone dead.

"Fine, but if I throw up, it's all on you," Laurie muttered and sighed in relief as the phone picked up. "Bishop! I know who the bad guy is, the serial killer!"

Bishop could be heard shuffling on the other end before he even thought to respond, "Already had my encounter with him. Tailing now. You can head back."

"Oh, um," Laurie started, somewhat deflated by the obvious oldness of the knowledge she'd thought was so important to Bishop and the others. It took a few moments for his last words to sink in and she shook her head, even though he couldn't see her. "Oh no, you promised you weren't going to do that whole 'I need to protect the youngster' crap. Kyle and I _know_ this guy, we've been training for this."

"Dude. Tell him that the last time, the guy ate your soul and that we've been totally paranoid ever since!" Kyle shouted. He drove between two parked cars, going up on a curb long enough to get past a idling delivery truck. "And quit crushing my ribs, Jesus, you are not gonna die."

"Kyle, he did not eat my soul! Besides, it's only paranoia if the guy _isn't_ out to get us," Laurie shouted back before attempting to loosen her grip slightly only to tighten it when they went around a pothole. "Bishop, we'll be right there!"

"You're right." Bishop consented before hanging up the phone. Now he knew to look for his backup as well as Lykos. He lacked the maneuverability of a motorcycle and that was going to put him behind unless he used the alleys he knew just right.

"Tell him he's a big fucking green flying dinosaur and oh, fuck ME." Kyle pulled the bike into a hard left turn. "I think they already know that." The winged outline several blocks away was impossible to miss as it swooped low, clearly on the attack.

------

Vanessa was busy bodily holding back some guy who wanted to throw bottles at the giant, flying dinosaur man when she spotted Laurie. She had no idea why Laurie - and apparently Kyle - were here but she was immediately grateful for it. "Hey, Collins!" She never called the young woman by her surname but she didn't want the girl's given name to be mistaken for Laura's or risk her not catching onto Peaches being a signifier for her. "Little help here pheromone girl?"

Laurie turned her head from Dinosaur-aids guy and noticed Vanessa, she glanced back and realised that she would do a better job helping to hold the crowd back than standing around waiting to be needed in a fight.

"A little help, coming right up," she said, turning her power on and pushing her pheromones outward as she walked toward the crowd.

"What are the odds of you being able to trigger disinterested and moving on in the direction of not-the-fighting?" Vanessa asked, fully anticipating being told that wasn't possible and she should stop reading fantasy books or something.

"I don't think I can," Laurie admitted, coming to stand beside Vanessa as she reached out to the man holding the bottle and brushed her hand against his forehead, trusting her friend to catch him as he fell. "I mostly do physical, emotions are only a possible side effect 'cause their brains can't understand what's going on. I could maybe do confused, or possibly memory loss."

"Confused could turn to panic," Vanessa told her as the solid feel of the man hit her arms. He didn't seem to be quite awake enough to stand anymore so she set him down gently on the sidewalk. "But if you want to put everyone to sleep I'm cool with that, too. As long as they don't panic, turn into a mob and get themselves hurt all on their own."

"Asleep I can do. Can you push us into the middle of the crowd?" Laurie asked as her skin turned a bright violet colour. "I need them to be all around us for this to work."

She considered firing the pistol Bishop had given her up into the air to get people to stand still for a minute, but ultimately decided chaos may follow too quickly on the heels of such a move. Baring any other thoughts on easing the push through the crowd, Vanessa grabbed Laurie's hand and made them a path bodily. It wasn't much different from getting to the front of the crowd in the general admission area of a concert and Vanessa had the advantage of height over many of the people gathered around. "I'm not in danger of sleeping, too, am I?"

Laurie hadn't thought of that, and she pulled her hand from Vanessa's as she tried to solve that particular issue. She was just glad it had been her right hand Vee had grabbed, the still gloved one, and not the one she'd used to put the panicking man to sleep. "I'm honestly not sure, I think you're probably going to have to leave me to it, just in case. If you get upwind, maybe at the edge of the crowd?"

She still wasn't sure how fast her powers moved out of doors, it wasn't anything they'd been able to really test accurately. She knew that any kind of breeze would push them further, but not much else.

With that Vanessa nodded and left Laurie alone in the sea of people. "You yell if you need me, Peaches." She pushed her way out of the crowd with a licked finger in the air so she could figure out wind direction. She did not want to end up downwind and on her ass asleep here.

It took a moment or two for anything much to happen, Laurie hadn't wanted to do anything obvious that would alert the people further out. Vanessa would need to deal with the people downwind of her but Laurie was too busy to think of that at the moment. She moved through the crowd, allowing the bubble of calm surrounding her to spread outward, becoming contagious as those who were not affected directly by her powers took up the feeling of those around them.

She would not allow this to become a frightened stampede, or an angry riot.

------

Sauron recognized his surroundings just in time, and Bishop drawing a bead on him, and barely dodged the shot that would have taken him from the sky. The imperative to feed was extremely strong in his alternate form, but he still retained an animal cunning underneath his appetites, and he recognized the trap for what it was. But Bishop radiated even more potential to his senses, and he was drawn by the appeal of such a delicious meal, so many delicious meals all in one place...

Jean-Paul felt the eddies of power from the shot Bishop had taken rippling through his own wake and did a wide, upward loop to see what damage the other man had done - only to find the creature still in the air. Cursing colourfully in French, the Quebecois did the only thing he could think of that might get the thing out of the sky. He dove straight for it at full speed, impacting its left wing and powering onward despite the sound of cracking bone.

Laura had, for the most part, been pretty okay with being left behind on the fight. She had landed on a dumpster, feeling overall confused and in pain for a while as she healed the few bruises she had gotten. But now she was on her feet, and the girl was ready to put some more cuts on the man. "Hey, where the hell..." Her ears caught the sound of Jean-Paul's impact on the green thing that was Lykos earlier. What was she supposed to do from the ground? "Not cool", muttered as she tried to find a way up.

Kyle'd lost track of Laurie about three seconds after he sent her off to find Vanessa. Thankfully, she hadn't given him any grief about fighting or not fighting or anything. Once they'd seen where Jean-Paul and Bishop were fighting the man - now dinosaur - he'd ditched the bike, parking it behind a dumpster.

The buildings in District X weren't... in the best repair, but most of them at least had working fire escapes, and Kyle went up one unnaturally fast, doing more leaping than actual climbing. The rooftops would be easier to see by, and he still wasn't sure if the rest of X-Factor even know what the hell the dino-guy could do. He hadn't overheard enough of Laurie's conversation with Bishop, and there hadn't' been time to ask questions.

He heard the impact before he saw either Jean-Paul or the pterodon-man-thing and then he heard the screech of pain, and took off running. At least here, the rooftops were close enough together that on all-fours, he could make the leaps from roof to roof, or from fire escape to fire escape.

Sauron was in pain. Between the impact of Jean-Paul, and then the impact with a roof, he'd broken a few bones. He was far from pacified, though, and his wings bludgeoned backward at the Canadian. When that didn't work, he reached back over his shoulder and hauled with his claws, pulling the other man over and sending him crashing to the rough gravel-covered rooftop.

Kyle didn't stop running, he'd leap and then skid across tarpaper, leaving jagged claw marks and just keep going, even the times he
rolled instead of landed, or missed and had to climb up. Four leaps, and a miss, and a climb halfway back up a fire escape, swearing his head off the whole way, because it meant he'd remember to keep breathing, and it helped keep him calm. That jerkass creepy dinosaur wasn't going to get away even if it meant another set of broken ribs or another freakout from Laurie or whatever.

He had to assume that anyone in the vicinity, and he could smell Jean-Paul and Laura and Bishop, could hear him, because he sure as hell wasn't being quiet, not with the unending 'fuck fuck shit fuck' that kept coming out of his mouth every time he hit the ground. Kyle only went quiet once he was on the same rooftop as Jean-Paul and Sauron and then he picked up a hunk of wood - leftover from one of the rooftop water tanks, and came in swinging hard.

It had been a work of climbing to a rooftop (messy), finding the giant gree thing crashing not particularly close to her, and then run towards the damn thing over the rooftops. Somewhere at the middle of her run she spotted Kyle, closer than her, and getting closer faster than her, too. In her defense, she wasn't running on her fours, or was even remotely interested on testing that style anytime soon. Still, she pressed on, and managed to land on the edge of the building where the other three were already, hand claws out and approaching carefully. If she could get an opening, she might do some extra damage and wish the guy just collapsed.

Sauron screamed again, but there was a different note to it than before. It was partly the sound a cornered animal makes when it knows it is cornered, but it was also due to his recognition of the man who had hit him with an improvised club. Kyle had been the last one to hurt him before today. "You," he growled out. "Now it isssss your turn to sssssuffer..." And he sprang forward at Kyle, barely even noticing Laura, too consumed with the idea of taking revenge.

Jean-Paul had stopped himself midair rather than hitting the rooftop and having to roll. He'd watched the younger people come in as he hovered, trying to find a weakness in their opponent's attacks to use. The creature wasn't thinking, obviously - at least not clearly. So the Quebecois dove for the thing's shoulder blades and, using all the forward momentum he could manage, used Lykos as a springboard. His hands met partially scaled flesh and his elbows bent as he pushed the creature down before it could actually reach Kyle.

Kyle didn't bother with a response, he was still hell-bent on beating the living fuck out of Lykos. He wasn't sure if the man - dinosaur - thing was using his drain energy power or not, but Kyle also wasn't thinking that far ahead ,and he was counting on his healing factor. The wood broke after two hard swings to where he guessed Lykos' ribs were, and then Kyle came in hard, all elbow strikes and raking claws.

Bishop was forced back from the frenzy of Kyle's attacks and rounded the pair of assailants. The moment he had a clear shot he put a bullet in Lykos right where a wing sprang from his back. A beat later and Bishop was already moving to avoid retribution.

The melee had quickly degenerated into something of a chaotic mass, three sets of claws raking and slashing, and grunts and cries mixing with the barking sound of Bishop's gun whenever he found himself with a clear shot. Sauron was bleeding from a dozen wounds, but he was still going. He'd given some in return, but Kyle and Laura's healing factors were taking care of those, and Jean-Paul was too quick for Sauron to grab at whenever he flew in for a kick or punch. Despite the chaos that came from a group not always working in sync, they were four, and Sauron was one, and the frustration and fatigue were starting to show in how he moved and attacked.

Seeing an opening, Jean-Paul dove in once more, arm moving so fast that it blurred as he jackhammered through the creature's faltering defenses. He landed multiple hits to the thing's face and neck, shifting about quickly enough to avoid teeth and claws as Lykos' stamina flagged.

Sauron staggered, his knees buckling and wings curling instinctively to protect his body from the blows Jean-Paul had landed. He wavered, seemingly on the verge of picking himself back up, but then he toppled over, unconscious.

Taking zero chances - the guy could be playing possum, or maybe dinosaurs had healing factors, Kyle didn't know, he literally planted himself on Lykos' legs. He sat on one, uncaring of whether or not it was causing pain, and pulled the other up into an awkward-looking leglock, between Kyle's own odd-looking feet and Lykos' reptilian talons. "Kay. Now what?" He asked, in a grunt.

His answer came in the pop of claws from Laura, pressed into Lykos' throat, and another weight, Bishop's, added to Lykos's back, keeping the man from doing much more than weakly struggling, and many minutes later, the welcome sight of SHIELD agents arriving with handcuffs - and a power inhibitor.