Genosha: Lance and Pam
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ax_mainWhen Avalanche is overwhelmed in the chaos of the attack on the magistrates, Fatale manages to arrive just in time.
Once Pam and Billy disappeared, Lance had gotten separated from Laura as the Magistrates finally rushed their position. They had realized that conventional weapons didn't work against the two of them, but that they were alone... and most of the firepower had been turned in their direction - in the form of other mutants. Lance had heard Laura scream - but in that unearthly murderous sort of way, and realized she would be fine.
That's when the rage that had been building inside of him ever since he'd been taken and subdued by Sinister finally burst forth. He didn't even register the blood that splashed across his cheek as he took the first woman out. Then there was another, and another, bodies thrown in all directions in the vast training hall they'd ended up in. One section of the roof caved in behind him, and Lance threw that aside as well. In a terrifying display of his power coming forth, the entire island began to shake beneath his feet as he killed one attacker after another. A bullet sliced through his shoulder, and another caught his hip, but people continued to go down as the entire facility started to crumble around them.
That is until the wind came up behind him, with a howl and a scream like a tornado coming in through the broken building. It caught at his clothes, then pulled him off of his feet, away from the earth and the source of his power, lifting him into the air as an easy target for those still standing.
A portal opened, unnoticed by anyone, and Fatale appeared - and disappeared a fraction of a second later, just on pure instinct. She took in the situation, caught sight of Lance hanging mid-air - and a moment later, knives were zipping towards the throats of what she'd determined were the most likely culprits. A leap and a roll, and the bullets that had been shot towards her location based on the source of the throw zoomed over her head.
She'd head towards Lance in a minute, she decided as the knife she'd already flipped into her hand cut a swathe through the throat of the next opponent. Her best course towards the mission objective was to take out as many targets as possible while surprise was still in her favor.
Just when he was certain that it was over, suddenly Lance heard a scream behind him, then he was falling. He slammed into the ground as he saw three more magistrates go down, and he'd only gotten to his knees as the rest began to fall by the blade of one of the most prolific assassins he knew.
The assassin in question finally threw her knife at the last of the targets still moving, and portaled her way to Lance's side. "You ok?" she asked distractedly, her attention still bouncing around the room, watching for any further threats.
He was bleeding, he knew. He'd been shot. But he was alive, and that was the only thing that mattered. That, and the fact that they were all dead. He knew it, just looking at the ruin of the building, and Laura's silhouette moving toward them. He managed, carefully, to get to his feet, then got an arm around her, pulling her into a hard hug. "Fuck yeah."
Fatale hugged him back, hard. He wasn't okay - she could see that, now that she was paying attention, bleeding from more than one location. But he was alive, and conscious, and from the looks of it, Laura was, too. Good enough. "Billy's down," she reported, sounding (and feeling) oddly disconnected from the event. "I got him to the hospital and brought Simon there."
"We need to do a sweep," Lance told her, pulling back. "Is he okay?" he asked, looking down at himself. It looked like the bullet had just grazed his hip, which wasn't bleeding much. And his shoulder, though it hurt like fuck, seemed to had the bullet go straight through.
"Unconscious," Pam answered. She waved for Laura to join them. "Next level up?"
Lance frowned at the report, but if the X-Mansion doctor kid was with him, then he couldn't worry about Billy just yet. He tore off part of his shirt and cinched it tight around his shoulder, slinging the arm securely to his chest. At least those health classes at Xavier's paid off. "Next level. Or what's left of it. There may be a few surprises still waiting. You scout ahead, and Talon and I'll watch your back."
Fatale eyed the sling appraisingly, reached up to adjust it just a little, and nodded as she turned her attention back to the portal she was opening. "On it." Next level up. She'd worry about Lance and Billy later, once the mission was done.
Once Pam and Billy disappeared, Lance had gotten separated from Laura as the Magistrates finally rushed their position. They had realized that conventional weapons didn't work against the two of them, but that they were alone... and most of the firepower had been turned in their direction - in the form of other mutants. Lance had heard Laura scream - but in that unearthly murderous sort of way, and realized she would be fine.
That's when the rage that had been building inside of him ever since he'd been taken and subdued by Sinister finally burst forth. He didn't even register the blood that splashed across his cheek as he took the first woman out. Then there was another, and another, bodies thrown in all directions in the vast training hall they'd ended up in. One section of the roof caved in behind him, and Lance threw that aside as well. In a terrifying display of his power coming forth, the entire island began to shake beneath his feet as he killed one attacker after another. A bullet sliced through his shoulder, and another caught his hip, but people continued to go down as the entire facility started to crumble around them.
That is until the wind came up behind him, with a howl and a scream like a tornado coming in through the broken building. It caught at his clothes, then pulled him off of his feet, away from the earth and the source of his power, lifting him into the air as an easy target for those still standing.
A portal opened, unnoticed by anyone, and Fatale appeared - and disappeared a fraction of a second later, just on pure instinct. She took in the situation, caught sight of Lance hanging mid-air - and a moment later, knives were zipping towards the throats of what she'd determined were the most likely culprits. A leap and a roll, and the bullets that had been shot towards her location based on the source of the throw zoomed over her head.
She'd head towards Lance in a minute, she decided as the knife she'd already flipped into her hand cut a swathe through the throat of the next opponent. Her best course towards the mission objective was to take out as many targets as possible while surprise was still in her favor.
Just when he was certain that it was over, suddenly Lance heard a scream behind him, then he was falling. He slammed into the ground as he saw three more magistrates go down, and he'd only gotten to his knees as the rest began to fall by the blade of one of the most prolific assassins he knew.
The assassin in question finally threw her knife at the last of the targets still moving, and portaled her way to Lance's side. "You ok?" she asked distractedly, her attention still bouncing around the room, watching for any further threats.
He was bleeding, he knew. He'd been shot. But he was alive, and that was the only thing that mattered. That, and the fact that they were all dead. He knew it, just looking at the ruin of the building, and Laura's silhouette moving toward them. He managed, carefully, to get to his feet, then got an arm around her, pulling her into a hard hug. "Fuck yeah."
Fatale hugged him back, hard. He wasn't okay - she could see that, now that she was paying attention, bleeding from more than one location. But he was alive, and conscious, and from the looks of it, Laura was, too. Good enough. "Billy's down," she reported, sounding (and feeling) oddly disconnected from the event. "I got him to the hospital and brought Simon there."
"We need to do a sweep," Lance told her, pulling back. "Is he okay?" he asked, looking down at himself. It looked like the bullet had just grazed his hip, which wasn't bleeding much. And his shoulder, though it hurt like fuck, seemed to had the bullet go straight through.
"Unconscious," Pam answered. She waved for Laura to join them. "Next level up?"
Lance frowned at the report, but if the X-Mansion doctor kid was with him, then he couldn't worry about Billy just yet. He tore off part of his shirt and cinched it tight around his shoulder, slinging the arm securely to his chest. At least those health classes at Xavier's paid off. "Next level. Or what's left of it. There may be a few surprises still waiting. You scout ahead, and Talon and I'll watch your back."
Fatale eyed the sling appraisingly, reached up to adjust it just a little, and nodded as she turned her attention back to the portal she was opening. "On it." Next level up. She'd worry about Lance and Billy later, once the mission was done.
