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xp_logsThe newly-emerged Skirn amuses herself by distracting the mansion from the Dweller.
A grim smile, almost a rictus spread over Skirn's face as she threw her hammer up into the air, twirling around beneath it as she let the hammer fall down into her hand as she swung the hammer in an arc, slicing it through a nearby lab table, the wood splintering under her strike as glassware fell to the floor with the tinkling of shattering glass as the woman almost skipped forward. A gesture of one hand punched a hole through a wall, this was so much fun...what else should she break now. Her eyes cut to the side, at the fallen mutants. They may not be awake, but they looked like they'd be fun to break next.
“Oh no you don’t”, Angelo snapped when he saw that look, immediately moving to defend his unconscious friends. Sticks and stones - and hammers - might break bones, but boneless skin was another matter.
Jean-Phillipe was right behind his husband, hands crackling as he vaulted over one of the few tables remaining in one piece. "I am extremely tired of these hammers and all the nonsense surrounding them," he stated.
Xavin skidded around one of the tables and swore. "Shit." They armoured up, growing taller and heavier with rock-like skin and stepped half in front of Jean-Phillipe, using their bulk to shield him. "Just stop now."
"Oh, we're discomforting you? I am so sorry," sarcasm dripped from Skirn's voice as she glanced down at the hammer in her hand, "I'm so sorry, I never meant to put you out, I mean, if you feel that strongly you can have my hammer." As she spoke the woman whipped her hammer through the air with an over arm throw, the solid lump of metal flying straight at Xavin with all the strength the Asgardian warrior could manage as she took a step towards Angelo. "That's a nice trick, I wonder if I pin you to the wall here... just how far could you stretch? Why don't we find out, for science?"
“A better scientist than you found that out years ago”, he said scornfully. “I’ve faced bigger and scarier than you, too - and that was when I was alone.”
Let it never be said that Jean-Phillipe Colbert turned down an opportunity to make good on a dramatic statement. He ducked out from behind Xavin and rolled low to the ground, using the hunk of metal to mask his movements until he was inside the woman's guard, popping up to one knee and thrusting his hands at her thigh to deliver several hundred joules of energy.
Xavin took the opportunity to run forward, hitting her with a rugby tackle as soon as the electricity stopped crackling.
A loud gasp escaped Skirn's lips as she felt Xavin slamming into her, their motion carrying her back two, even three meters before the finally managed to dig her heels into the ground, bringing the slow slide to a halt as she glared at them, her knee rising up to introduce itself to them before her fists fell down towards the mutant's back. "Enough of this, you want to play?!"
"No, we don't want to play", Angelo said drily, skin snaking out towards her head while she was distracted. "But I'm guessing you still need to breathe."
If she couldn't see, and Xavin was hitting her around the torso... Jean-Phillipe levered up from where he had skidded and came back around, this time matching Xavin's high rugby tackle with a low one, driving his shoulder straight at the woman's knee. He dug in with his toes and drove as hard as he could, looking to collapse her onto her back and also possibly wrench her knee out of joint.
They went flying, Jean-Phillipe having taken Skirn's legs and the motion sending them all flying. They landed and Xavin rolled, flipping on top of her and punching Skirn in the face twice, hard.
The first punch rocked Skirn's head backwards but the second punch bounced off a forcefield, the invisible wall deflecting his punch as the woman grinned. "Bet you didn't know I could do that too." Quick as a flash she snaked out a foot driving it into Jean-Phillipe's stomach as her head reared back, smashing her helmet into Xavin's face once, twice, thrice.
Xavin rolled away and struggled back to their feet. Swaying, they took two steps forward to engage again.
Now Skirn was done with playing around, done with letting the mortals feel that they had any chance in this fight. As she clashed with the green one again the invisible field struck at the back of their knee as the woman used that moment of instability to press her advantage, turning the grapple into a throw that sent Xavin flying towards Angelo. When no projectile made itself obvious to you... improvise.
Angelo tried to use his skin to lessen the impact, to make Xavin bounce off, but it was too little, too late. They crashed into him hard, sending him tumbling into a wall, and he wasn't moving when the two came to a halt.
Jean-Phillipe was wheezing, bent over from the force of the kick, and seeing his husband land heavily against a wall caused the gasp to turn into a growl of rage. He stepped back to his feet heavily, electricity arcing around his hands. As his power swelled, even his eyes clouded over with the blue-white crackle. Force fields or no, she would fry for that.
There was worry, a light of uncertainty in Skirn's eyes as the blue-white crackle of energy played over Jean-Phillipe's form. She could smell it, the sharp sense of ozone burning off the man's body as the power burst off him, reaching towards her like grasping fingers. It was instinctive, that half-step backwards as her hands came up, the energy splashing off the shield that she'd thrown up. The shield took the brunt of the hit bit it still wasn't enough to stop the gasp of pain that tore from her lips as she was sent skidding backwards, dropping to one knee as she pulled her hands aside, chest rising and falling as she panted with exertion, forcing herself to her feet, unsteadily, murder burning in the back of her eyes...and maybe a touch of fear. Maybe these humans weren't quite the walkovers she'd thought they'd be.
After taking care of Scott and Julian, Tandy was almost to the door and tilted her head, "Skirn, stop playing." Tandy blue eyes were replaced by black ones as she reached into JPC's mind for his nightmares.
A sneering Erik Lensherr standing over the ruins of the mansion, Angelo's body hanging bonelessly from his one hand while Scott struggled vainly for breath in the other.
His cousin standing to one side of the madman who called himself Apocalypse.
Jean-Phillipe's nightmares were certainly fertile ground, and even though he was still standing, he was in no position to impede the two women as they took their leave, his eyes clouded over with his internal demons.
A grim smile, almost a rictus spread over Skirn's face as she threw her hammer up into the air, twirling around beneath it as she let the hammer fall down into her hand as she swung the hammer in an arc, slicing it through a nearby lab table, the wood splintering under her strike as glassware fell to the floor with the tinkling of shattering glass as the woman almost skipped forward. A gesture of one hand punched a hole through a wall, this was so much fun...what else should she break now. Her eyes cut to the side, at the fallen mutants. They may not be awake, but they looked like they'd be fun to break next.
“Oh no you don’t”, Angelo snapped when he saw that look, immediately moving to defend his unconscious friends. Sticks and stones - and hammers - might break bones, but boneless skin was another matter.
Jean-Phillipe was right behind his husband, hands crackling as he vaulted over one of the few tables remaining in one piece. "I am extremely tired of these hammers and all the nonsense surrounding them," he stated.
Xavin skidded around one of the tables and swore. "Shit." They armoured up, growing taller and heavier with rock-like skin and stepped half in front of Jean-Phillipe, using their bulk to shield him. "Just stop now."
"Oh, we're discomforting you? I am so sorry," sarcasm dripped from Skirn's voice as she glanced down at the hammer in her hand, "I'm so sorry, I never meant to put you out, I mean, if you feel that strongly you can have my hammer." As she spoke the woman whipped her hammer through the air with an over arm throw, the solid lump of metal flying straight at Xavin with all the strength the Asgardian warrior could manage as she took a step towards Angelo. "That's a nice trick, I wonder if I pin you to the wall here... just how far could you stretch? Why don't we find out, for science?"
“A better scientist than you found that out years ago”, he said scornfully. “I’ve faced bigger and scarier than you, too - and that was when I was alone.”
Let it never be said that Jean-Phillipe Colbert turned down an opportunity to make good on a dramatic statement. He ducked out from behind Xavin and rolled low to the ground, using the hunk of metal to mask his movements until he was inside the woman's guard, popping up to one knee and thrusting his hands at her thigh to deliver several hundred joules of energy.
Xavin took the opportunity to run forward, hitting her with a rugby tackle as soon as the electricity stopped crackling.
A loud gasp escaped Skirn's lips as she felt Xavin slamming into her, their motion carrying her back two, even three meters before the finally managed to dig her heels into the ground, bringing the slow slide to a halt as she glared at them, her knee rising up to introduce itself to them before her fists fell down towards the mutant's back. "Enough of this, you want to play?!"
"No, we don't want to play", Angelo said drily, skin snaking out towards her head while she was distracted. "But I'm guessing you still need to breathe."
If she couldn't see, and Xavin was hitting her around the torso... Jean-Phillipe levered up from where he had skidded and came back around, this time matching Xavin's high rugby tackle with a low one, driving his shoulder straight at the woman's knee. He dug in with his toes and drove as hard as he could, looking to collapse her onto her back and also possibly wrench her knee out of joint.
They went flying, Jean-Phillipe having taken Skirn's legs and the motion sending them all flying. They landed and Xavin rolled, flipping on top of her and punching Skirn in the face twice, hard.
The first punch rocked Skirn's head backwards but the second punch bounced off a forcefield, the invisible wall deflecting his punch as the woman grinned. "Bet you didn't know I could do that too." Quick as a flash she snaked out a foot driving it into Jean-Phillipe's stomach as her head reared back, smashing her helmet into Xavin's face once, twice, thrice.
Xavin rolled away and struggled back to their feet. Swaying, they took two steps forward to engage again.
Now Skirn was done with playing around, done with letting the mortals feel that they had any chance in this fight. As she clashed with the green one again the invisible field struck at the back of their knee as the woman used that moment of instability to press her advantage, turning the grapple into a throw that sent Xavin flying towards Angelo. When no projectile made itself obvious to you... improvise.
Angelo tried to use his skin to lessen the impact, to make Xavin bounce off, but it was too little, too late. They crashed into him hard, sending him tumbling into a wall, and he wasn't moving when the two came to a halt.
Jean-Phillipe was wheezing, bent over from the force of the kick, and seeing his husband land heavily against a wall caused the gasp to turn into a growl of rage. He stepped back to his feet heavily, electricity arcing around his hands. As his power swelled, even his eyes clouded over with the blue-white crackle. Force fields or no, she would fry for that.
There was worry, a light of uncertainty in Skirn's eyes as the blue-white crackle of energy played over Jean-Phillipe's form. She could smell it, the sharp sense of ozone burning off the man's body as the power burst off him, reaching towards her like grasping fingers. It was instinctive, that half-step backwards as her hands came up, the energy splashing off the shield that she'd thrown up. The shield took the brunt of the hit bit it still wasn't enough to stop the gasp of pain that tore from her lips as she was sent skidding backwards, dropping to one knee as she pulled her hands aside, chest rising and falling as she panted with exertion, forcing herself to her feet, unsteadily, murder burning in the back of her eyes...and maybe a touch of fear. Maybe these humans weren't quite the walkovers she'd thought they'd be.
After taking care of Scott and Julian, Tandy was almost to the door and tilted her head, "Skirn, stop playing." Tandy blue eyes were replaced by black ones as she reached into JPC's mind for his nightmares.
A sneering Erik Lensherr standing over the ruins of the mansion, Angelo's body hanging bonelessly from his one hand while Scott struggled vainly for breath in the other.
His cousin standing to one side of the madman who called himself Apocalypse.
Jean-Phillipe's nightmares were certainly fertile ground, and even though he was still standing, he was in no position to impede the two women as they took their leave, his eyes clouded over with his internal demons.
