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xp_logsScott's team is suddenly counterattacked with hidden reserves.
The leader of the mutate forces shifted his weight from one foot to another and flexed his fingers in anticipation as he kept his eyes on the door of the security bunker. When the handle began to turn, he signaled for his team to be at the ready to launch the assault.
The area behind Lex could be loosely defined as a "wasteland" from all of the destruction wrought with the fire and electricity the team had thrown around in order to draw the enemy's force out into the open. They had taken down a number of guards and it had invigorated him for the close quarters of the building itself. The charge of electricity stored in his body added to the adrenaline in his veins and he pushed the door open with a great deal more force than he had intended. The door flew open and he pushed through while scanning for hostiles: they were everywhere.
"Back!" was all he managed to shout before hurling energy outward in a screaming torrent to give his team a moment to act.
Scott's eye widened in surprise as he saw the welcoming party waiting behind the door. "Fall back," he shouted to his team as he fired a series of optical blasts past Lex and into the Mutates hoping to add to the confusion and give his team a chance to escape. "Meltdown, bring the door down, we need to block it." he called as he started to fall back mantaining a barrage of shots to give Lex a chance to retreat.
She threw everything she had at the door. Flash-bangs came the easiest from practice, but she concentrated enough to throw in some real damage as well. The door frame held solid.
So much for having the upper hand. The superbeings on the other side began attacking at once without needing further prompting from its leader. John dodged in the nick of time as something small and fast zipped past him and exploded against the pillar where his head had been, and some dark, gooey liquid began eating away at the brick's surface.
"The fuck--" The rest of his reaction was cut off as a blast from within the bunker knocked out the wall nearest to him and sent him flying. Within a matter of seconds a group of mutates stepped out of the hole in the wall and started their attack on the rest of the X-Men.
"Merde! Fucking fuck!" Jean-Phillipe swore as he frantically backpedaled. The change from attack to defense was difficult to deal with, and things quickly degenerated into chaos. The Frenchman added his own electricity to Lex's, his hands flicking rapidly to guide individual bolts so that they did not strike his teammates. He saw John tumbling and pivoted to attack the newcomers, ozone crackling around him.
There were too many of them for Lex to keep them all back with widespread electricity, even if he poured his entire being into it. So he would have to settle for letting his allies guard the flanks while he kept the bulk of the forces from overrunning them. "Don't stop for anything!" his voice trembled with the exertion of making it carry over the din, "I'll keep - "
He never finished the sentence. A mutate the size of a large truck came barreling through the rubble - and the lightning - as though it were nothing. The thing's massive arms swept through Lex and launched him back several yards before he crashed into the ground with agonizing force.
"Hamster," Scott shouted as Lex hit the ground, he turned a furious gaze on the large mutate and unleashed a long optical blast at the offending mutate pushing it slowly back into the others in a tangle of limbs. He angled a few more blasts into the group hoping to keep them away from his team. He backed up quickly turning to try to keep both groups of mutates in his line of fire where he could hit them with optical blasts if they tried to get closer. A task which wasn't made any easier by the mutates slowly spreading out to encircle the X-men. "We need to get the injured and get out of here." he told Tabitha and Jean-Philippe as he kept up a stream of optical blasts at the encroaching mutates.
She sprinted around Scott and slid on her knees to Lex. She used the boss-man's cover to check for vitals and broken bones. "Come on, Hammy, we gotta vamoose."
The blast had knocked John off to the side -- a little distance away from the chaos. He blinked once, twice, and shook his head to clear it before slowly getting up. From where he now stood, he noticed how the group of mutates had the X-Men surrounded. Without thinking about it, he drew fire from the device in his hand and stepped forward, intent on helping them out.
The fireball in John's hands drew enough attention that Jean-Phillipe was able to rush to Lex's side and help Tabitha get him to a standing position, with an arm slung over each of their shoulders. They started moving back to where Scott was, shambling along as quickly as they could. Which wasn't very much, considering they were practically dragging Lex with them. An explosion from another nearby vehicle nearly knocked the trio off their feet, and they weaved their way along like a drunken hobo after far too much hooch.
Lex's eyes gleamed with fury and desperation, the big mutate had caught him unaware and his team was now cut off from any significant chance of escape. "I need shome shpace," Lex growled, his frustration pronounced through the slurred statement. He didn't struggle from his team's grasp but he prepared himself for one more discharge that he hoped would clear the way for an escape. "Prepare to run."
The blast might have cleared them a path temporarily, but it wasn't long before they were being attacked again. There was so much chaos surrounding them that it was hard to see through the clouds of smoke and debris that seemed to rain down from the sky. John who had been standing at a distance, feeling somewhat dumbfounded and unsure of what to do, decided to rush forward toward the group, hoping to help get them to safety, but another explosion nearby forced him to back away rapidly.
Scott stared in despair as the mutates managed to recover and block off the escape path before the rest of the team could follow John. "Get out of here Pyro," he yelled gesturing the younger man away as he fired an optical blast point blank into an overly curious mutate knocking him back. If they managed to fill the gap then they must have drawn bodies from another point in the circle he reasoned alerting his team to be ready to run again using hand gestures. Spinning around he rapidly identified a weak point in the mutate circle, a weak point he sent a hail of optical blasts at hoping to exploit it to allow the rest of his team to escape.
Jean-Phillipe pivoted, seeing the weak spot widen as Scott hit it several times with his blasts. The Frenchman charged directly at the mutates, firing off his own bolts as he did so. The unexpected move caused a bit of hesitation, as he hoped it would, and then he was through and past the circle closing in on the X-Men. It burned him to leave his teammates behind, but as Scott had recognized, it had been a trap, and if any of them could escape it, then they could hopefully find others who might have done the same. So he kept on at a dead sprint, a few of the mutates giving chase but having lost valuable seconds reacting, seconds in which Jean-Phillipe put a few extra yards between them.
The mutates outnumbered them by far. There wasn't much John could do to help the rest. He stepped back as three mutates approached him, turned around and attempted to make a run for it when he was grabbed by Sam and flown upwards.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he saw John being carried safely away by Sam, who had arrived like a bolt from the blue. The X-man turned his attention to the horde of encroaching mutates, dropping into a combat ready stance as they swarmed over the remaining members of the team. He spun a kick into the gut of the first mutate to reach him doubling him up in agony. Scott slid over the back of the prone mutate and unleashed a pair of optical blasts cutting down two more before delivering a haymaker to a third that had been trying to sneak past him. Clearing a little space around him Scott sprayed a barrage of blasts into the oncoming crowd sending them stumbling back. the mutates unable to close against the tenacious defense of the remaining X-men.
Scott hesitated momentarily as he sensed someone's familiar emotions, emotions that he hadn't sensed in some time. Anger and sadness, a memory of a door slamming and a rainy window. Worry, anxiety and loss, pain and loneliness, the memory of an angel skating over the ice towards him, of a carriage ride through the snow. A love so strong it hurt, a sense of wholeness and satisfaction he hadn't realized had been missing. "Jean," he breathed softly as a giant fist swept in and lifted him off his feet sending him sprawling across the ground. The giant mutate from earlier stepped over Scott's body on it's way towards the other X-men; the last thing Scott saw as he blacked out was the sight of the mutates finally breaking through the now weakened defense and swarming his remaining teammates.
The leader of the mutate forces shifted his weight from one foot to another and flexed his fingers in anticipation as he kept his eyes on the door of the security bunker. When the handle began to turn, he signaled for his team to be at the ready to launch the assault.
The area behind Lex could be loosely defined as a "wasteland" from all of the destruction wrought with the fire and electricity the team had thrown around in order to draw the enemy's force out into the open. They had taken down a number of guards and it had invigorated him for the close quarters of the building itself. The charge of electricity stored in his body added to the adrenaline in his veins and he pushed the door open with a great deal more force than he had intended. The door flew open and he pushed through while scanning for hostiles: they were everywhere.
"Back!" was all he managed to shout before hurling energy outward in a screaming torrent to give his team a moment to act.
Scott's eye widened in surprise as he saw the welcoming party waiting behind the door. "Fall back," he shouted to his team as he fired a series of optical blasts past Lex and into the Mutates hoping to add to the confusion and give his team a chance to escape. "Meltdown, bring the door down, we need to block it." he called as he started to fall back mantaining a barrage of shots to give Lex a chance to retreat.
She threw everything she had at the door. Flash-bangs came the easiest from practice, but she concentrated enough to throw in some real damage as well. The door frame held solid.
So much for having the upper hand. The superbeings on the other side began attacking at once without needing further prompting from its leader. John dodged in the nick of time as something small and fast zipped past him and exploded against the pillar where his head had been, and some dark, gooey liquid began eating away at the brick's surface.
"The fuck--" The rest of his reaction was cut off as a blast from within the bunker knocked out the wall nearest to him and sent him flying. Within a matter of seconds a group of mutates stepped out of the hole in the wall and started their attack on the rest of the X-Men.
"Merde! Fucking fuck!" Jean-Phillipe swore as he frantically backpedaled. The change from attack to defense was difficult to deal with, and things quickly degenerated into chaos. The Frenchman added his own electricity to Lex's, his hands flicking rapidly to guide individual bolts so that they did not strike his teammates. He saw John tumbling and pivoted to attack the newcomers, ozone crackling around him.
There were too many of them for Lex to keep them all back with widespread electricity, even if he poured his entire being into it. So he would have to settle for letting his allies guard the flanks while he kept the bulk of the forces from overrunning them. "Don't stop for anything!" his voice trembled with the exertion of making it carry over the din, "I'll keep - "
He never finished the sentence. A mutate the size of a large truck came barreling through the rubble - and the lightning - as though it were nothing. The thing's massive arms swept through Lex and launched him back several yards before he crashed into the ground with agonizing force.
"Hamster," Scott shouted as Lex hit the ground, he turned a furious gaze on the large mutate and unleashed a long optical blast at the offending mutate pushing it slowly back into the others in a tangle of limbs. He angled a few more blasts into the group hoping to keep them away from his team. He backed up quickly turning to try to keep both groups of mutates in his line of fire where he could hit them with optical blasts if they tried to get closer. A task which wasn't made any easier by the mutates slowly spreading out to encircle the X-men. "We need to get the injured and get out of here." he told Tabitha and Jean-Philippe as he kept up a stream of optical blasts at the encroaching mutates.
She sprinted around Scott and slid on her knees to Lex. She used the boss-man's cover to check for vitals and broken bones. "Come on, Hammy, we gotta vamoose."
The blast had knocked John off to the side -- a little distance away from the chaos. He blinked once, twice, and shook his head to clear it before slowly getting up. From where he now stood, he noticed how the group of mutates had the X-Men surrounded. Without thinking about it, he drew fire from the device in his hand and stepped forward, intent on helping them out.
The fireball in John's hands drew enough attention that Jean-Phillipe was able to rush to Lex's side and help Tabitha get him to a standing position, with an arm slung over each of their shoulders. They started moving back to where Scott was, shambling along as quickly as they could. Which wasn't very much, considering they were practically dragging Lex with them. An explosion from another nearby vehicle nearly knocked the trio off their feet, and they weaved their way along like a drunken hobo after far too much hooch.
Lex's eyes gleamed with fury and desperation, the big mutate had caught him unaware and his team was now cut off from any significant chance of escape. "I need shome shpace," Lex growled, his frustration pronounced through the slurred statement. He didn't struggle from his team's grasp but he prepared himself for one more discharge that he hoped would clear the way for an escape. "Prepare to run."
The blast might have cleared them a path temporarily, but it wasn't long before they were being attacked again. There was so much chaos surrounding them that it was hard to see through the clouds of smoke and debris that seemed to rain down from the sky. John who had been standing at a distance, feeling somewhat dumbfounded and unsure of what to do, decided to rush forward toward the group, hoping to help get them to safety, but another explosion nearby forced him to back away rapidly.
Scott stared in despair as the mutates managed to recover and block off the escape path before the rest of the team could follow John. "Get out of here Pyro," he yelled gesturing the younger man away as he fired an optical blast point blank into an overly curious mutate knocking him back. If they managed to fill the gap then they must have drawn bodies from another point in the circle he reasoned alerting his team to be ready to run again using hand gestures. Spinning around he rapidly identified a weak point in the mutate circle, a weak point he sent a hail of optical blasts at hoping to exploit it to allow the rest of his team to escape.
Jean-Phillipe pivoted, seeing the weak spot widen as Scott hit it several times with his blasts. The Frenchman charged directly at the mutates, firing off his own bolts as he did so. The unexpected move caused a bit of hesitation, as he hoped it would, and then he was through and past the circle closing in on the X-Men. It burned him to leave his teammates behind, but as Scott had recognized, it had been a trap, and if any of them could escape it, then they could hopefully find others who might have done the same. So he kept on at a dead sprint, a few of the mutates giving chase but having lost valuable seconds reacting, seconds in which Jean-Phillipe put a few extra yards between them.
The mutates outnumbered them by far. There wasn't much John could do to help the rest. He stepped back as three mutates approached him, turned around and attempted to make a run for it when he was grabbed by Sam and flown upwards.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he saw John being carried safely away by Sam, who had arrived like a bolt from the blue. The X-man turned his attention to the horde of encroaching mutates, dropping into a combat ready stance as they swarmed over the remaining members of the team. He spun a kick into the gut of the first mutate to reach him doubling him up in agony. Scott slid over the back of the prone mutate and unleashed a pair of optical blasts cutting down two more before delivering a haymaker to a third that had been trying to sneak past him. Clearing a little space around him Scott sprayed a barrage of blasts into the oncoming crowd sending them stumbling back. the mutates unable to close against the tenacious defense of the remaining X-men.
Scott hesitated momentarily as he sensed someone's familiar emotions, emotions that he hadn't sensed in some time. Anger and sadness, a memory of a door slamming and a rainy window. Worry, anxiety and loss, pain and loneliness, the memory of an angel skating over the ice towards him, of a carriage ride through the snow. A love so strong it hurt, a sense of wholeness and satisfaction he hadn't realized had been missing. "Jean," he breathed softly as a giant fist swept in and lifted him off his feet sending him sprawling across the ground. The giant mutate from earlier stepped over Scott's body on it's way towards the other X-men; the last thing Scott saw as he blacked out was the sight of the mutates finally breaking through the now weakened defense and swarming his remaining teammates.
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