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xp_logsBevatron and Dust get ready to challenge Hawkeye and Deathlok on the roof.
The Quinjet had just disgorged Captain America and Black Widow, but before Dust and Bevetron could reinforce them, two more Avengers dropped from the Quinjet: Hawkeye and Deathlok. The cyborg hit the ground running, firing tight bursts to try and split the X-Men into smaller groups.
"Pas encore," Jean-Phillipe muttered to himself as the teams jockeyed and closed with each other. This was starting to feel like something of a habit, the Avengers treating them like common criminals. He scattered out his own bursts of bright electrical bursts - largely harmless, but intended to break up lines of sight. He angled toward the cyborg - perhaps he'd have better luck against this man's electronics than he had had against Iron Man.
At the very least, this man seemed less inclined toward bouts of rampant egotism.
Sooraya had gone to her sand form as soon as she had seen one of the bursts coming at her, forming a ring shape where it past through harmlessly. Taking it the battlefield, he gaze fell on a young woman carrying a bow and quiver, an arrow already being held in place on the string.
Hawkeye wheeled to her right and snapped off an arrow that came a quarter inch from impaling Jean-Phillipe. His light bursts had just saved him, but the archer had another arrow nocked in less time than it took him to take a breath. She sighted down it, this one aimed right between his eyes.
As the arrow sped through the air dove forward, pulling together in her shield form. The arrow made a soft 'tink' on the concrete as it bounced of the packed sand. Seconds later Sooraya was moving again, this time diving to the ground. She forced herself under the archer's feet, then suddenly and harshly pulled away from under there in the hope of sending her to the ground.
Jean-Phillipe moved along in Sooraya's wake, using the swirl of sand to mask his own movements. He leapt toward Deathlok as Dust engaged Hawkeye, using one hand to push the other man's weapon-laced arm in a direction that wasn't aimed at anyone, and slapping an electrically-charged palm at the back of his neck.
The cyborg jolted for a moment at the burst of energy, but his internal shielding kicked in quickly. Moving faster than Jean-Phillipe anticipated, he drove a fist into his stomach and then cracked the butt of his gun across his face, knocking him to the ground. Hawkeye pulled herself up from the concrete, crouching as she considered and pulled a different arrow from her quiver. As the arrow flashed out towards Dust, the tip began to emit harsh pulses of sonic force, which caused massive holes to punch through her sand form.
Sooraya shifted directions, exploding skywards out of the range of the arrow. She needed a few moments to gather all the scattered bits and stray granules that made up her sand form. She kept rising till she was out of immediate sight, then rushed down, coming at the archer... no... Hawkeye as she suddenly remembered from her briefing, from behind. Part of her surrounded the young woman's head in an effort to blind here, while another part formed a razor sharp tendril that sheered through the bowstring like a knife through butter.
Jean-Phillipe landed on his hands and knees from the hit Deathlok had given him, but managed to pivot away from the worst of the strike. The other man had shaken off the shock to the back of the neck, it was time to give him a harder jolt. ~Electrical current passing from arm to arm, or arm to foot, is likely to traverse the heart, and as such is more dangerous.~ Jean-Phillipe lunged forward and cupped one hand behind his opponent's left knee, then reached up to grab his right wrist where he was still holding his gun, and cut loose with most of his reserves.
The cyborg froze as the current tore through him. Arcs of electricity bounced between his and Jean-Phillipe's body, crackling as the gaps in his armor started to smoke. Hawkeye had shut her eyes as Dust surrounded her. She pulled an arrow from her quiver and flicked the technological head. A screaming wave of sonic energy burst from it with her at the epicentre. The blast dispersed Dust, scattering her in a wide circle around the archer. Gritting her teeth as she killed the sonic head, she tracked Deathlok's distress and in a single motion, tossed a slim knife that impaled Jean-Phillipe's hand holding on to the cyborg's wrist.
Jean-Phillipe gritted his teeth and cursed at the sudden pain, but the knife was metal - a single seamless piece of stainless steel - and he recognized the inadvertent opportunity he had been provided. Grabbing closer to Deathlok's wrist with the injured hand, pushing the tip of the knife into a crease where armor plating met skin and using it as a conduit to pour more current into the Avenger.
The heads-up display in Deathlok's left eye flickered briefly.
[[WARNING]]
[[INPUT AMPERAGE EXCEEDING SHIELDING THRESHOLD]]
[[RESET IN 3...2...]]
The targeting reticle darting around Bevatron's face and leather uniform flashed and stuttered from red to yellow and back.
[[THREAT LEVEL CONFLICT]]
[[DESIGNATES: X-MEN NEuTrAL COmba0x16nt...]]
The blip passed and the reticle returned to solid red. Lifting a foot, Deathlok thrust it into Jean-Phillipe's midsection and sent him flying a dozen yards away.)
This arrow stunned Dust for a bit longer, but soon she was pulling together already. Unfortunately she ended up 'staring' at the back of a quickly moving away Hawkeye. Quickly gathering herself completely, she lashed out with one more sharp tendril, lasing out at the straps that held the quiver on Hawkeye's back and easily sheered through them as well...
The Quinjet had just disgorged Captain America and Black Widow, but before Dust and Bevetron could reinforce them, two more Avengers dropped from the Quinjet: Hawkeye and Deathlok. The cyborg hit the ground running, firing tight bursts to try and split the X-Men into smaller groups.
"Pas encore," Jean-Phillipe muttered to himself as the teams jockeyed and closed with each other. This was starting to feel like something of a habit, the Avengers treating them like common criminals. He scattered out his own bursts of bright electrical bursts - largely harmless, but intended to break up lines of sight. He angled toward the cyborg - perhaps he'd have better luck against this man's electronics than he had had against Iron Man.
At the very least, this man seemed less inclined toward bouts of rampant egotism.
Sooraya had gone to her sand form as soon as she had seen one of the bursts coming at her, forming a ring shape where it past through harmlessly. Taking it the battlefield, he gaze fell on a young woman carrying a bow and quiver, an arrow already being held in place on the string.
Hawkeye wheeled to her right and snapped off an arrow that came a quarter inch from impaling Jean-Phillipe. His light bursts had just saved him, but the archer had another arrow nocked in less time than it took him to take a breath. She sighted down it, this one aimed right between his eyes.
As the arrow sped through the air dove forward, pulling together in her shield form. The arrow made a soft 'tink' on the concrete as it bounced of the packed sand. Seconds later Sooraya was moving again, this time diving to the ground. She forced herself under the archer's feet, then suddenly and harshly pulled away from under there in the hope of sending her to the ground.
Jean-Phillipe moved along in Sooraya's wake, using the swirl of sand to mask his own movements. He leapt toward Deathlok as Dust engaged Hawkeye, using one hand to push the other man's weapon-laced arm in a direction that wasn't aimed at anyone, and slapping an electrically-charged palm at the back of his neck.
The cyborg jolted for a moment at the burst of energy, but his internal shielding kicked in quickly. Moving faster than Jean-Phillipe anticipated, he drove a fist into his stomach and then cracked the butt of his gun across his face, knocking him to the ground. Hawkeye pulled herself up from the concrete, crouching as she considered and pulled a different arrow from her quiver. As the arrow flashed out towards Dust, the tip began to emit harsh pulses of sonic force, which caused massive holes to punch through her sand form.
Sooraya shifted directions, exploding skywards out of the range of the arrow. She needed a few moments to gather all the scattered bits and stray granules that made up her sand form. She kept rising till she was out of immediate sight, then rushed down, coming at the archer... no... Hawkeye as she suddenly remembered from her briefing, from behind. Part of her surrounded the young woman's head in an effort to blind here, while another part formed a razor sharp tendril that sheered through the bowstring like a knife through butter.
Jean-Phillipe landed on his hands and knees from the hit Deathlok had given him, but managed to pivot away from the worst of the strike. The other man had shaken off the shock to the back of the neck, it was time to give him a harder jolt. ~Electrical current passing from arm to arm, or arm to foot, is likely to traverse the heart, and as such is more dangerous.~ Jean-Phillipe lunged forward and cupped one hand behind his opponent's left knee, then reached up to grab his right wrist where he was still holding his gun, and cut loose with most of his reserves.
The cyborg froze as the current tore through him. Arcs of electricity bounced between his and Jean-Phillipe's body, crackling as the gaps in his armor started to smoke. Hawkeye had shut her eyes as Dust surrounded her. She pulled an arrow from her quiver and flicked the technological head. A screaming wave of sonic energy burst from it with her at the epicentre. The blast dispersed Dust, scattering her in a wide circle around the archer. Gritting her teeth as she killed the sonic head, she tracked Deathlok's distress and in a single motion, tossed a slim knife that impaled Jean-Phillipe's hand holding on to the cyborg's wrist.
Jean-Phillipe gritted his teeth and cursed at the sudden pain, but the knife was metal - a single seamless piece of stainless steel - and he recognized the inadvertent opportunity he had been provided. Grabbing closer to Deathlok's wrist with the injured hand, pushing the tip of the knife into a crease where armor plating met skin and using it as a conduit to pour more current into the Avenger.
The heads-up display in Deathlok's left eye flickered briefly.
[[WARNING]]
[[INPUT AMPERAGE EXCEEDING SHIELDING THRESHOLD]]
[[RESET IN 3...2...]]
The targeting reticle darting around Bevatron's face and leather uniform flashed and stuttered from red to yellow and back.
[[THREAT LEVEL CONFLICT]]
[[DESIGNATES: X-MEN NEuTrAL COmba0x16nt...]]
The blip passed and the reticle returned to solid red. Lifting a foot, Deathlok thrust it into Jean-Phillipe's midsection and sent him flying a dozen yards away.)
This arrow stunned Dust for a bit longer, but soon she was pulling together already. Unfortunately she ended up 'staring' at the back of a quickly moving away Hawkeye. Quickly gathering herself completely, she lashed out with one more sharp tendril, lasing out at the straps that held the quiver on Hawkeye's back and easily sheered through them as well...
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