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xp_logsMutate Amara seeks revenge after her failure in Prenova.
Mutate 606 had her orders. And she was excellent are following orders. There were threats to be eliminated, the whys and wherefores didn’t concern her. She just had to make sure they were put down. Fire wreathed around her arms briefly before she flung them out, streams of flame blasting away at the enemy.
Paige jumped forward, blocking the majority of the blast from hitting their party. The last shreds of the clothes she had been wearing, so carefully preserved as she husked for at least some basic future decency, caught quickly and turned to ash at her feet. "Really?" she asked, sighing.
"I'd forgotten how much I don't enjoy running around naked..."
Fred covered his face and turned to face the incoming attack, taking the brunt of the heat from the rest of the group. He was totally unscathed, but his vulnerable eyes did tear up as the remained of his skinsuit scorched away.
"Adrienne, Meggan", Kurt called hastily. "You can drive, come here. I will take you back to the motor pool, find a working vehicle and some weapons if you can."
“Right, we can do that,” Meggan nodded. She was standing ready, waiting for a teleport. Even a wrench would be better than nothing, if all the guns had been taken away or hidden too well in the motor pool. A screwdriver could do in a pinch. Or just throw an entire toolbox as a weapon. There was probably more than that lying about, she nervously guessed.
"Alright but if I get arrested for vehicular manslaughter I'm taking you down with me," Adrienne muttered, only half joking. She was pretty sure Kurt didn't actually want her to drive a truck over Amara, just as she didn't particularly want to, but at this point Adrienne wasn't entirely sure that would stop her, either. She grabbed Meggan's hand, then Kurt's for the teleport.
They were a diversion. She was battling a diversion. Mutate 606 flung a bolt of magma at the annoying blonde one, her attention focused on the mutants moving away from the battle. What were they doing?
Fred attempted to restrain Amara like he had Yvette. Restraining her, however, didn't keep her from igniting the few remnants of his clothing or keep the flames from partially blinding him. Blinking and lightly aflame, Fred dropped the flaming mutant and tried to simultaneously rub his vision clear and pat the flames off himself, "Dammit!"
Fred’s hold finally gave Paige an opening, and it was with a certain amount of satisfaction that she drew back and punched her squarely in the face, sending her reeling back. The lava flows buoyed her up, and her sword came back up in seconds, but now they had her attention again.
Adrienne was frantically Reading the crates and other boxes in the area, looking for anything that could help, but that fight was getting really fucking close. "I think I have something," Adrienne called out to Meggan, pretty sure she'd just located a box of concussion grenades and ripping the top of the crate off to confirm it. "Yeah, just buy me a few minutes?" She had to get into a position to actually use them.
Meggan nodded. The fight was much closer now, and that meant she was left ducking flames and trying not to get singed by leaping sparks. Buy Adrienne a few minutes, right, but how? There was always trying something she’d never done before. She’d never tried synching up with anything like flames before, she had been afraid she might accidentally get scalded if she messed it all up. Water had always been much more fun, but there was no other thing she could think to do. But there was enough fire next to where she crouched, so she’d give it her best shot.
“Oh, please, please let this work,” Meggan whispered to herself as she concentrated on the closest flames. She’d never tried synching up with fire before, she had been afraid she might accidentally get scalded if she messed it all up. As she focused totally on the energy pattern of the flames, she thought she could feel two things. That her hair and patches of skin were accidentally shifting to mimic the color and movement of the fire minus the heat, as though she were burning beneath her skin, like sometimes happened with the water in the pool—she’d fix it later, concentrate now—and that she was making progress.
Then, it bent! She made it twist left and right like it was doing a little samba, to be certain it wasn’t a coincidence. There wasn’t enough time to carefully explore, to feel things out thoroughly, but sambas proved it was her at work.
“It’s moving, it’s really moving, it's all me,” she whispered excitedly. Now to help Adrienne, before Amara actually got to them.
Standing out of the way of the worst, she focused again. It was working, the flames were parting gently, almost unwilling until she focused harder—swaying gently once, twice, a third time—before bending, trailing away from the path of the explosives, and therefore away from Adrienne.
So they wouldn’t all get blown up, nothing residual would touch those explosives. It wasn’t huge and there was no way in the world that Meggan thought she could do anything else like actually quench the flame, but it was something.
Frustrated at her inability to get past the blonde and the mountain she'd been fighting, she'd taken to hacking at them with a sword wreathed in flame - the core was molten rock, each blow hitting her opponents as well as burning.
But Mutate 606 could do little against the pair she'd been battling, which just frustrated her even more. With each step she took, the ground shook, and then began to crack.
Kurt was dealing with Amara's squad, since he could actually touch them without suffering serious burns. He'd started in with what he thought of as Secret Service Protocol, which involved appearing all around, above and sometimes below his opponents and knocking them down and/or out before they could catch their breath.
Kurt was a hard man to keep up with, and watching him fight was like watching water run up hill. Fred's style was more...direct. "HEADS UP!" Fred shouted as he chucked massive hunks of tires at the assembled Genoshans currently dazzled by Kurt's attack.
While Paige and Fred and Kurt and Meggan were dealing with Amara, Adrienne had taken her box of grenades into a better position, one where she was pretty sure Amara and the squad hadn't tracked her to. She grabbed one in each hand and took a pitcher's stance. Adrienne had never been that great at baseball, for all that she loved watching the game, but she knew the mechanics of it from an academic perspective, and knew something about angles and velocity thanks to her love of math. She also had life-or-death determination to get this shit right before Amara killed them all. "Just call me Cy Young," she muttered through gritted teeth as she hurled a fastball at Amara, "and Pedro Martinez-" she threw the second, then grabbed one more, "and Smoky Joe Fucking Wood all rolled into one! Yeah!" All three of the grenades had hit Amara, and Adrienne let out a whoop.
Stunned by the grenades, Mutate 606 crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The flaming sword in her hand dissolved, the flames that had wreathed her spluttering out without direction.
Meggan returned quickly from where she had rushed away to—the nearest supply closet. “Clothes for all that need it,” she announced. There had been enough people ending up without garments and in need in Genosha. Why not steal the clothes from them? Nobody needed to be naked!
Mutate 606 had her orders. And she was excellent are following orders. There were threats to be eliminated, the whys and wherefores didn’t concern her. She just had to make sure they were put down. Fire wreathed around her arms briefly before she flung them out, streams of flame blasting away at the enemy.
Paige jumped forward, blocking the majority of the blast from hitting their party. The last shreds of the clothes she had been wearing, so carefully preserved as she husked for at least some basic future decency, caught quickly and turned to ash at her feet. "Really?" she asked, sighing.
"I'd forgotten how much I don't enjoy running around naked..."
Fred covered his face and turned to face the incoming attack, taking the brunt of the heat from the rest of the group. He was totally unscathed, but his vulnerable eyes did tear up as the remained of his skinsuit scorched away.
"Adrienne, Meggan", Kurt called hastily. "You can drive, come here. I will take you back to the motor pool, find a working vehicle and some weapons if you can."
“Right, we can do that,” Meggan nodded. She was standing ready, waiting for a teleport. Even a wrench would be better than nothing, if all the guns had been taken away or hidden too well in the motor pool. A screwdriver could do in a pinch. Or just throw an entire toolbox as a weapon. There was probably more than that lying about, she nervously guessed.
"Alright but if I get arrested for vehicular manslaughter I'm taking you down with me," Adrienne muttered, only half joking. She was pretty sure Kurt didn't actually want her to drive a truck over Amara, just as she didn't particularly want to, but at this point Adrienne wasn't entirely sure that would stop her, either. She grabbed Meggan's hand, then Kurt's for the teleport.
They were a diversion. She was battling a diversion. Mutate 606 flung a bolt of magma at the annoying blonde one, her attention focused on the mutants moving away from the battle. What were they doing?
Fred attempted to restrain Amara like he had Yvette. Restraining her, however, didn't keep her from igniting the few remnants of his clothing or keep the flames from partially blinding him. Blinking and lightly aflame, Fred dropped the flaming mutant and tried to simultaneously rub his vision clear and pat the flames off himself, "Dammit!"
Fred’s hold finally gave Paige an opening, and it was with a certain amount of satisfaction that she drew back and punched her squarely in the face, sending her reeling back. The lava flows buoyed her up, and her sword came back up in seconds, but now they had her attention again.
Adrienne was frantically Reading the crates and other boxes in the area, looking for anything that could help, but that fight was getting really fucking close. "I think I have something," Adrienne called out to Meggan, pretty sure she'd just located a box of concussion grenades and ripping the top of the crate off to confirm it. "Yeah, just buy me a few minutes?" She had to get into a position to actually use them.
Meggan nodded. The fight was much closer now, and that meant she was left ducking flames and trying not to get singed by leaping sparks. Buy Adrienne a few minutes, right, but how? There was always trying something she’d never done before. She’d never tried synching up with anything like flames before, she had been afraid she might accidentally get scalded if she messed it all up. Water had always been much more fun, but there was no other thing she could think to do. But there was enough fire next to where she crouched, so she’d give it her best shot.
“Oh, please, please let this work,” Meggan whispered to herself as she concentrated on the closest flames. She’d never tried synching up with fire before, she had been afraid she might accidentally get scalded if she messed it all up. As she focused totally on the energy pattern of the flames, she thought she could feel two things. That her hair and patches of skin were accidentally shifting to mimic the color and movement of the fire minus the heat, as though she were burning beneath her skin, like sometimes happened with the water in the pool—she’d fix it later, concentrate now—and that she was making progress.
Then, it bent! She made it twist left and right like it was doing a little samba, to be certain it wasn’t a coincidence. There wasn’t enough time to carefully explore, to feel things out thoroughly, but sambas proved it was her at work.
“It’s moving, it’s really moving, it's all me,” she whispered excitedly. Now to help Adrienne, before Amara actually got to them.
Standing out of the way of the worst, she focused again. It was working, the flames were parting gently, almost unwilling until she focused harder—swaying gently once, twice, a third time—before bending, trailing away from the path of the explosives, and therefore away from Adrienne.
So they wouldn’t all get blown up, nothing residual would touch those explosives. It wasn’t huge and there was no way in the world that Meggan thought she could do anything else like actually quench the flame, but it was something.
Frustrated at her inability to get past the blonde and the mountain she'd been fighting, she'd taken to hacking at them with a sword wreathed in flame - the core was molten rock, each blow hitting her opponents as well as burning.
But Mutate 606 could do little against the pair she'd been battling, which just frustrated her even more. With each step she took, the ground shook, and then began to crack.
Kurt was dealing with Amara's squad, since he could actually touch them without suffering serious burns. He'd started in with what he thought of as Secret Service Protocol, which involved appearing all around, above and sometimes below his opponents and knocking them down and/or out before they could catch their breath.
Kurt was a hard man to keep up with, and watching him fight was like watching water run up hill. Fred's style was more...direct. "HEADS UP!" Fred shouted as he chucked massive hunks of tires at the assembled Genoshans currently dazzled by Kurt's attack.
While Paige and Fred and Kurt and Meggan were dealing with Amara, Adrienne had taken her box of grenades into a better position, one where she was pretty sure Amara and the squad hadn't tracked her to. She grabbed one in each hand and took a pitcher's stance. Adrienne had never been that great at baseball, for all that she loved watching the game, but she knew the mechanics of it from an academic perspective, and knew something about angles and velocity thanks to her love of math. She also had life-or-death determination to get this shit right before Amara killed them all. "Just call me Cy Young," she muttered through gritted teeth as she hurled a fastball at Amara, "and Pedro Martinez-" she threw the second, then grabbed one more, "and Smoky Joe Fucking Wood all rolled into one! Yeah!" All three of the grenades had hit Amara, and Adrienne let out a whoop.
Stunned by the grenades, Mutate 606 crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The flaming sword in her hand dissolved, the flames that had wreathed her spluttering out without direction.
Meggan returned quickly from where she had rushed away to—the nearest supply closet. “Clothes for all that need it,” she announced. There had been enough people ending up without garments and in need in Genosha. Why not steal the clothes from them? Nobody needed to be naked!
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