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Genosha: Pyro and Hellion
Hellion and Pyro take down the Parliament.
Hellion stood in the street, clad in his new X-suit and a black leather jacket, sleek black artificial arms hovering against his forearms, surrounded by the faint green outline of his telekinetic signature. He looked badass. He knew it. The politicians fleeing the large polished building in front of him knew it. Down the street, he heard the screech of metal on metal and knew that Magneto and Havok were already causing chaos.
Glancing to his left, he smirked at his new friend, lifting his arms and letting the power flare around his new hands. "Ready to set fire to Parliament?"
"Let's Vendetta this shit," Pyro confirmed. Of course he'd seen that movie. Exploding Parliament was right up his alley, after all. But while he normally would've been ecstatic at the notion, right now, he mostly felt from determination.
Fuck Mage, and fuck Limbo, and fuck this place. Damn right he'd burn it down. To the ground.
He flicked his wrist and grew the resulting flame into a bigger fireball, and he already felt better. Fire was everything. He smirked at Julian, gave him a nod.
As men came through the doors of the building wielding odd-looking weapons, Hellion smiled. Resistance. Perfect. He would have been disappointed if all they'd had to take out was a building. Around the two of them, the massive concrete planters began to lift up into the air, surrounded by a viridian shimmer. "You take care of our friends? I'm gonna make an entrance."
"Hey, assholes," Pyro muttered, and sent the fireball flying their way. He wasn't in the mood for banter. He just wanted to burn shit up, and these were the assholes who'd wanted to wipe Mage's memory. She might not give a shit about Pyro anymore, but that only added to the rage swirling inside him.
Some of the guards rolled out of the way in time, but a couple of them struggled to put the fire out. Tough luck, fuckers, Pyro wasn't gonna let it die just yet. Another flick of his wrist and he divided the flame into two massive fireballs heading for the unscathed guards. No reason to give them a chance to use their weapons.
In the meantime, the planters flew over their heads, crashing into the front doors of the building and taking out at least two walls as they did. A gaping hole was left in their wake, and Hellion strode up beside Pyro, watching the men scream and struggle to muffle the flame on their clothes. A few ran toward the fountain in the center of the square, but that only fanned the flames worse as they ran.
"Are we heading in?" Pyro asked hopefully, even as he swiped his hands through the air to direct another swirl of fire towards a guard about to open fire. Hadn't they fucking learned, after his last visit? They were fucking lucky he didn't have any more mage fire - but he wasn't going to linger on that thought.
Hellion gave a wave of both artificial arms and the flaming guards tumbled to either side of the broad marble stairs leading up to the gaping hole in the building. "Fuck yeah. Let's clear it out, then bring it down."
"Sounds like a plan," Pyro replied, flicking his wrist again. When he jogged into the building, it was with a ball of fire in each hand, ready to throw them at whoever tried to get in their way.
Hellion stood in the street, clad in his new X-suit and a black leather jacket, sleek black artificial arms hovering against his forearms, surrounded by the faint green outline of his telekinetic signature. He looked badass. He knew it. The politicians fleeing the large polished building in front of him knew it. Down the street, he heard the screech of metal on metal and knew that Magneto and Havok were already causing chaos.
Glancing to his left, he smirked at his new friend, lifting his arms and letting the power flare around his new hands. "Ready to set fire to Parliament?"
"Let's Vendetta this shit," Pyro confirmed. Of course he'd seen that movie. Exploding Parliament was right up his alley, after all. But while he normally would've been ecstatic at the notion, right now, he mostly felt from determination.
Fuck Mage, and fuck Limbo, and fuck this place. Damn right he'd burn it down. To the ground.
He flicked his wrist and grew the resulting flame into a bigger fireball, and he already felt better. Fire was everything. He smirked at Julian, gave him a nod.
As men came through the doors of the building wielding odd-looking weapons, Hellion smiled. Resistance. Perfect. He would have been disappointed if all they'd had to take out was a building. Around the two of them, the massive concrete planters began to lift up into the air, surrounded by a viridian shimmer. "You take care of our friends? I'm gonna make an entrance."
"Hey, assholes," Pyro muttered, and sent the fireball flying their way. He wasn't in the mood for banter. He just wanted to burn shit up, and these were the assholes who'd wanted to wipe Mage's memory. She might not give a shit about Pyro anymore, but that only added to the rage swirling inside him.
Some of the guards rolled out of the way in time, but a couple of them struggled to put the fire out. Tough luck, fuckers, Pyro wasn't gonna let it die just yet. Another flick of his wrist and he divided the flame into two massive fireballs heading for the unscathed guards. No reason to give them a chance to use their weapons.
In the meantime, the planters flew over their heads, crashing into the front doors of the building and taking out at least two walls as they did. A gaping hole was left in their wake, and Hellion strode up beside Pyro, watching the men scream and struggle to muffle the flame on their clothes. A few ran toward the fountain in the center of the square, but that only fanned the flames worse as they ran.
"Are we heading in?" Pyro asked hopefully, even as he swiped his hands through the air to direct another swirl of fire towards a guard about to open fire. Hadn't they fucking learned, after his last visit? They were fucking lucky he didn't have any more mage fire - but he wasn't going to linger on that thought.
Hellion gave a wave of both artificial arms and the flaming guards tumbled to either side of the broad marble stairs leading up to the gaping hole in the building. "Fuck yeah. Let's clear it out, then bring it down."
"Sounds like a plan," Pyro replied, flicking his wrist again. When he jogged into the building, it was with a ball of fire in each hand, ready to throw them at whoever tried to get in their way.