X-Men Mission: Exorcism Robotica - Part 8
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xp_logsJean and Unuscione have a rematch.
Unuscione brought both of her green hued psionic armored hands down hard, smashing the head armor of the Sentinel the Brotherhood just brought down, making sure it would never get back up. The woman stepped back, stretching her neck as she looked around for another target.
In the distance, Jean stood at the top of a pile of rubble, her form lit from behind by headlights from an abandoned vehicle. Locking eyes with Unuscione, Jean balled her hands into fists.
"You and I have unfinished business," she said, rising off the rubble into the sky as the bits of broken concrete began sailing toward the other woman.
"You come for another lesson? Jesus, hasbeen, take a fucking hint. It's our world now, not yours." Unuscione swatted aside the first barrage of concrete, her armor crushing the forms as she advanced on Jean.
The moment Unuscione advanced, rebar snaked its way up, wrapping around her legs with a squeal before trying to yank her back. Another chunk of concrete pelted her from the back, then another, as Jean maintained her distance.
"Keep telling yourself that," Jean said
Unuscione ripped herself free with a snarl and Jean found herself pelted from all directions with smaller debris; the woman trying to distract and confuse her as she closed the distance.
As each bit of smaller debris flew at Jean, she sent it flying right back at the other woman, her gaze unflinchingly locked on her while every small foot of ground gained by Uniscione was quickly lost.
"Arrogance isn't a good look for you," Jean said. A sharp piece of metal scraped down Uniscione's armor, sending out a screech as metal met metal.
"Perhaps you should try humility."
"Sure. Maybe we should bend the knee to the government that wants mutant hunting robots like you race traitors. No, X-Man, I'll die on my feet before I lick the boots of those who want us dead." She tripled the size of the hands on her psionic armor and brought them together with great force. A telekinetic wave was generated, narrowly focused; a trick Jean hadn't seen before. It atomized the small cloud of flying rubble and bowled the X-Man over for a moment, not harmed but slightly disoriented as Unuscione got ever closer.
Jean stared at the woman while she encroached, her words washing over her like noise. The tired weariness that had settled upon her shoulders over the last few months pressed its proverbial foot onto her neck.
"Whatever," she said. A simple swish of two fingers ripped four concrete sidewalk squares out of the ground and they descended on Unuscione, making a box.
God, she was so tired.
Unuscione smashed through the square closest to her, but her psionic armor was starting to manifest tiny cracks, and the woman was clearly labouring as she reached out and tossed two pieces of rebar telekinetically, looking to wound Jean badly enough to take her out of the equation, possibly even kill her.
The two rebars stopped abruptly about a foot from Jean. They floated perfectly still for a microsecond before she sent them right back, close enough to the other woman's body to scrape along both sides of the armor and deepen the cracks. Then they circled back again and wrapped around her, tightening, aiming to further shatter the armor like an egg.
Jean said nothing. Nothing she said would have mattered. It wouldn't change her mind. Why try?
"Fuck! Fuck!" Unuscione pushed against the metal and with a sound like a thousand windows shattering, her armor burst, leaving her on her hands and knees in front of Jean.
Staring down at the defeated woman, Jean should have felt some sense of victory. It rang hollow. It was like trying to stop a flood with a spoon.
Once the armor was gone it was a simple matter of turning on the mental switch in Uniscione's mind to knock her out.
And with a turn of her heel, Jean left.
Unuscione brought both of her green hued psionic armored hands down hard, smashing the head armor of the Sentinel the Brotherhood just brought down, making sure it would never get back up. The woman stepped back, stretching her neck as she looked around for another target.
In the distance, Jean stood at the top of a pile of rubble, her form lit from behind by headlights from an abandoned vehicle. Locking eyes with Unuscione, Jean balled her hands into fists.
"You and I have unfinished business," she said, rising off the rubble into the sky as the bits of broken concrete began sailing toward the other woman.
"You come for another lesson? Jesus, hasbeen, take a fucking hint. It's our world now, not yours." Unuscione swatted aside the first barrage of concrete, her armor crushing the forms as she advanced on Jean.
The moment Unuscione advanced, rebar snaked its way up, wrapping around her legs with a squeal before trying to yank her back. Another chunk of concrete pelted her from the back, then another, as Jean maintained her distance.
"Keep telling yourself that," Jean said
Unuscione ripped herself free with a snarl and Jean found herself pelted from all directions with smaller debris; the woman trying to distract and confuse her as she closed the distance.
As each bit of smaller debris flew at Jean, she sent it flying right back at the other woman, her gaze unflinchingly locked on her while every small foot of ground gained by Uniscione was quickly lost.
"Arrogance isn't a good look for you," Jean said. A sharp piece of metal scraped down Uniscione's armor, sending out a screech as metal met metal.
"Perhaps you should try humility."
"Sure. Maybe we should bend the knee to the government that wants mutant hunting robots like you race traitors. No, X-Man, I'll die on my feet before I lick the boots of those who want us dead." She tripled the size of the hands on her psionic armor and brought them together with great force. A telekinetic wave was generated, narrowly focused; a trick Jean hadn't seen before. It atomized the small cloud of flying rubble and bowled the X-Man over for a moment, not harmed but slightly disoriented as Unuscione got ever closer.
Jean stared at the woman while she encroached, her words washing over her like noise. The tired weariness that had settled upon her shoulders over the last few months pressed its proverbial foot onto her neck.
"Whatever," she said. A simple swish of two fingers ripped four concrete sidewalk squares out of the ground and they descended on Unuscione, making a box.
God, she was so tired.
Unuscione smashed through the square closest to her, but her psionic armor was starting to manifest tiny cracks, and the woman was clearly labouring as she reached out and tossed two pieces of rebar telekinetically, looking to wound Jean badly enough to take her out of the equation, possibly even kill her.
The two rebars stopped abruptly about a foot from Jean. They floated perfectly still for a microsecond before she sent them right back, close enough to the other woman's body to scrape along both sides of the armor and deepen the cracks. Then they circled back again and wrapped around her, tightening, aiming to further shatter the armor like an egg.
Jean said nothing. Nothing she said would have mattered. It wouldn't change her mind. Why try?
"Fuck! Fuck!" Unuscione pushed against the metal and with a sound like a thousand windows shattering, her armor burst, leaving her on her hands and knees in front of Jean.
Staring down at the defeated woman, Jean should have felt some sense of victory. It rang hollow. It was like trying to stop a flood with a spoon.
Once the armor was gone it was a simple matter of turning on the mental switch in Uniscione's mind to knock her out.
And with a turn of her heel, Jean left.
