Genosha: The Dawn of Liberation: Grendal Walks

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Enraged at the death of his brother, Moreau presses the attack.



Two steps forward, one explosion back. The armored half-metal thing that still considered itself Thomas Moreau was pushed back, and then pressed forward, scattering debris and leaving chaos in his wake, and he did not seem to be even lightly winded, if he even had lungs to be winded. Did such a thing need air anymore?

Kurt appeared in the room from the direction of the nearest stairs, and his eyes widened in horror at the monstrosity before them. He crossed himself quickly then turned to the people behind him.

"Heavy hitters and the invulnerable! Attack!"

Before the words were out of Kurt's mouth, Yvette had surged forward from where she had been standing by his side, skin rippling slightly as it erupted into armoured plates and spikes, a smaller version of her mutate battle form but no less disturbing all the same. She propelled herself upwards with a carefully-timed leap, landing on Moreau's back where she began slashing away at the metal body.

While Yvette went for the back, Catseye launched herself at one of the sides, tearing with her teeth and claws. She was batted off almost immediately, but got to her feet in the blink of an eye and jumped at the creature again.

The tail spike was stopped by her armor, but hit with the force of a sledgehammer, knocking Yvette away hard enough that her spike caught into the concrete when she landed, trapping her there momentarily.

His own people were in too close to Moreau for Wade to open fire with his assault rifle or to toss grenades at the thing. That left the mercenary pulling his handguns so he could shoot more precisely. It wasn't his favorite tactic, but it was also the only way he could currently make sure he didn't hit anybody he didn't want to hit. Slow, methodical shots rang out as Wade attempted to figure out if the monster they were facing had any soft spots. The head, neck, and possibly somewhere beneath the legs were the best bet for that, but the mercenary wasn't holding out much hope. What he'd really like were a couple anti-aircraft guns circa World War II. Those might've done some damage.

North was having similar thoughts, wishing that he had at least taken a grenade launcher or a larger assault rifle when he could have. He spotted Wade, hesitated for a split-second, then swung around to the small group of people standing warily around. Kurt’s command did not apply to them and the precog did not need powers to know that their chances of getting killed in crossfire were skyrocketing by the second.

“The rest of you, come with me,” he ordered, clearly brooking no argument as he took off towards what he hoped was one of the monster’s blindspots. North caught Lorna’s eye as he passed her, intent clear. The marksman was going to try and take whoever had the sense to follow him to relative safety, and if he got lucky, he would find bigger guns before returning to fight.

Lorna entered the scene from the stairs that lead to the labs, it was chaos. She could be a heavy-hitter if she had more metal on her, and Lorna was not invulnerable. Catching North's eyes as he passed her, Lorna didn't hesitate as she followed him.

There were forced to scatter as a rain of small missiles started tracking them, slamming into the ground around him. A spike opened up a gash in North's shoulder, and Lorna only barely stopped a hail of bullets as their charge was muted. Sarah had followed the others into the area, and it wasn't long before she realized she was of no use at all in a battle of this epic proportion, not by a long shot. The sheer size and amount of firepower that Moreau was brandishing told her that, and she did her best to just stay out of its way and under its radar, as well as out of the way of her fellow mutants for fear of distracting or interfering with the arduous task of taking it down.

"The fuck is that?" Kyle limped up behind Wade, and stopped, staring until the ... thing.. focused on him and then he skittered away, catching a stunned Jubilee under the arms along the way and dragging her along with him before it could focus on her too. "It has guns! It has fucking lava guns!" He could smell the smoke and burning everything as a sticky splash of lava burned through the floor. "What the fuck lava guns!"

Under any normal circumstances Angelica Jones, being a little over five feet tall and just over a hundred pounds, would not have considered herself a heavy hitter. And under no circumstances would she have considered herself invulnerable. She did, however, excel at the art of being a one-woman firebomb, and considering, as Kyle had been kind enough to point out, the thing had lava guns, and probably a myriad of other flame weapons, a little heat invulnerability would probably be useful here. So when they came up from the labs and Kurt called for the attack, Angel swallowed the "ohmygodit'sgoingtoEATME" reaction and flamed on, shooting up into the air and carefully choosing places to shoot fireballs at, following Wade's example of looking for a weakness.

"What the hell has my life come to?" Wanda asked. She didn't stop and stare, though, just kept on running as she cleared her way out of the cell blocks. She'd seen a number of strange, fucked up things in her lifetime but she was pretty sure that this was up there with the top five. She needed to keep moving (lava gun was never a good sign) but she was trying to utilize her power to help the others. A nudge here and a shot from Wade hit a spot that was suddenly vulnerable; another tweak allowed a shot of flame to suddenly veer to the left, missing Kurt completely. It was a matter of making sure they hit him hard, often and well and it was going to take all fucking of them to end this.

Remy had already caught the wrong end of Moreau, and instead of joining the charge, he instead went over the those who'd been with him in the prison, helping them get organized out of their desperate defensive position.

"'ro, Remy get dem ready for a counter attack. Any ideas how to attack dat thing?"

She had been assessing since she appeared in the jagged hole in the wall that had been Remy's exit, and her overwhelming professional conclusion was along the lines of 'we are doomed' but that was hardly a helpful insight to share with anybody at the moment. "Break down the components," she suggested, frowning as she watched the futile attacks on the thing's armour, bodies flying this way and that as it twisted and flailed. "We cannot overwhelm it, we must take it in parts."

Emma had ignored Kurt's command to the invulnerable - her diamond form was a spectacularly beautiful defence mechanism, but her heavy hitting took place on another plane entirely. She hadn't moved far from the door she had taken from the Citadel control room at first, keeping her vulnerable flesh away from - as Kyle so delicately put it - "what the fuck lava guns". Her mind, however, had been attacking hard, seeking disjuncts and vulnerabilities in the exceedingly strange mental construction that was Dr Thomas Moreau. She hadn't been able to get in, but she'd identified several possible modes of attack before she'd thoughtfully withdrawn. Emma had caught the end of Ororo's assessment as she had made her way, back in diamond form, round the edges of the room to Remy. "I think I can help with that. Well, all of us. The psis, the empaths, anyone that can work on the Astral Plane. His mind is," she waved a hand at the thing towering in the centre of the room, "as bizarre as his body. But there are discontinuities we can work on." She tilted her head slightly as the lava guns blazed out again. "Though we might have to shut down some of his other capacities before we try it," she added.

"Good a plan as any. Focus on de offensive measures first, and den try to crack dat fucking armor and get inside."

"Don't any of you get it? I can't be killed. You can't hurt me! And when I've finished killing all of you, I will lead an army of mutates to make Genosha the leading nation in the world. That's what I will do in my brother's memory, and for you bastard gene-trash, when I've finished with you, I'm going to find your families, friends - everyone who's ever know or cared about you, and I am going to torture them to death and drink their screams in!"

Laurie had entered the room with Kurt but had quickly moved toward Wade and Kyle, still completely unsure as to what the hell was happening, or where all her hair had gone, although her memory of the mutate they'd shown her in the prison was a good indication. She'd been strapped down, and then nothing, even reaching for the memories was like trying to climb a mountain made of silk with an entire body covered in more silk. No matter how quickly or how hard you tried, there was just nothing, nothing at all. The firing of the guns had taken her distracted mind by surprise, but she'd managed to get out of the way with the help of Marius, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere to drag her out of the way.

She now stood in a relatively safe spot closer to the stairs, watching the others and waiting for something helpful to occur to her beyond 'how can something like that even still be alive?'. It's sheer existence was an affront to everything she knew about biology and Science, a twisting of natural laws that even the most extreme forms of x-gene mutation couldn't have matched by itself alone. This was man made, and it was hideous, and she would see it gone from her world if she had anything to say about it.

"I have a better idea, cul," Jean-Phillipe growled as his hands curled and electricity played across them. "How about we tear you apart piece by piece?" They'd been taken piecemeal, trapped and unawares, and they were all still standing. And now they were all together, and ready. "And when we're done, we are going to tear off your head. And spit in the stump."