X-Men Mission: Avengers vs X-Men: Iron-Man and War-Machine 2

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Firestar is badly injured and Scott takes over to help Namor with the Iron-Men



The armored Avengers had been trying to recoup from the pressure of Namor and Angel's attacks, as their normal artillery had proved less effective in trying to stop them. Iron Man used his repulser blasts to create a bit of distance before activating his comms.

"We're in a bit of a furball here. Assistance would be nice."

Hawkeye pulled back from her fight for a moment, letting Deathlok bear the brunt as she locked on to the battle. She raised her bow and with movements as fast and smooth as a viper strike, fired three arrows in rapid succession at Angel.

It took Angel a moment to even notice she had been hit.

Not that long -- three arrows had just pierced various parts of her body, that was something she couldn't go without noticing for longer than a few seconds. She was still flying along, trying to figure out what to do next, when she looked down and saw the arrows sticking out of her uniform.

And then the pain finally hit.

"Fuck!" She hissed, very nearly falling out of the sky. She caught herself after about five feet, focusing very hard on the ground and not on the blood that was quickly staining her uniform. She shakily tapped the comm in her ear. "C-Could use a hand here."

The problem with Clarice's portals and gravity was that the latter, gravity, still applied. Therefore, an object in motion falling through her portal stayed in motion on the other side. And everyone knew that it wasn't the fall that killed people — it was the sudden stop at the end. "Working on it!" Clarice replied, opening a series of portals designed to slow Angel down so that she impacted as lightly as possible. It wasn't possible to circumvent that though.

Angel did her best to assist Clarice in slowing her down, not particularly wanting to add "broken bones" to what she imagined was going to be a personal record setting list of injuries. She finally came out on the ground, managing to land on her feet for about five seconds before she staggered into Clarice.

Grabbing the other woman, Clarice helped her lay down. "Okay, let's get out of here," she murmured reassuringly, teleporting them away.

Meanwhile, both of the armored Avengers had broken away, making long, looping arcs so they could come back around, trying to catch Namor in a crossfire. His speed and strength had impressed on them to need to combine their firepower if they wanted to take them down. However, it wasn't just Blink that had heard Firestar's call for help. Cyclops broke off of the fight against Captain America and Black Widow. He raced across the roof until he had a clear firing position to back up Namor.

The armored pair were forced to break off their attack as a barrage of red blasts of energy filled the air around them, issuing up from the glowing-eyed X-Man staring up at them defiantly as he crossed the last few steps to stand near Namor. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he stared at the Avengers, and his voice was cold. Scott had tried reasoning with them. Then he'd tried holding back, but now one of his team had been injured by these 'heroes.' The X-Man was done holding back.

"Ready to play can opener?"

The answer Scott received was remarkably casual for someone engaged in aerial combat against heavy firepower: "Spare the cleverness and create an —"

This was interrupted with a grunt as Namor absorbed another missile impact. His evasion was beginning to waver as more and more hits struck. "I am finished with these pretenders."

"Then let's end it, your highness," The x-man's eyes began to glow, a bright red as he clenched his fists, "Swing around and come up on their flank," he told Namor. "I'll cover you and corral them in for you to knock them down.

Namor did a twist in mid-air, avoiding a new spray and closing in for a trident rush on Iron Man. Or, well, a feint, and one that worked -- this was enough to redirect the two's attention and pulled what were now clearly heat-seekers with him as Namor re-positioned. The two men in iron suits sat, together, as the Wrath of Atlantis and about four missiles came screaming toward them.

War Machine gave Iron-Man a thruster assisted shove, pushing him out of the range as the missiles and the Atlantian reached him. Countermeasures cooked off from his shoulder pod, drawing three of the missiles up and away. But one and Namor stayed true, and both disappeared inside the explosion.

As the explosion surrounded Namor and Iron Man Scott turned his attention onto War Machine, red blasts of energy bracketing him, slamming into his armour as the X-man targeted any weak points in the armour he could see, aiming to knock the man out of the air. He had to trust Namor would be ok, and able to handle the red-suited avenger.

When the explosion cleared, only one figure was left flying. Rodney plummeted, the external lights on his suit fading as he picked up falling speed, battered and dented. Namor's attention was on the other figure, but their focus on one target had cost them a chance at two. Iron Man was a dot moving steadily away.

Namor's voice crackled in Scott's earpiece. "Target priority." It wasn't exactly a question, but it was close enough.