Rose Logan (
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nextgenerationmarvel2012-06-02 11:33 pm
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X-Men X-Emble!
The Blackbird was about fifteen minutes out from Cape Citadel. Supposedly, Topher's boyfriend was going to meet the rest of them there.
Rose, meanwhile, was working up a fight plan in her head. It mostly involved slicing.
"So... we got a nutjub who thinks she's the second comin' of Magneto, somebody encoachin' on Little Miss Hellfire's trademarks, and a bunch of other flamin' nuts. What's the game plan, Summers?"
Rose, meanwhile, was working up a fight plan in her head. It mostly involved slicing.
"So... we got a nutjub who thinks she's the second comin' of Magneto, somebody encoachin' on Little Miss Hellfire's trademarks, and a bunch of other flamin' nuts. What's the game plan, Summers?"
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But the fact that it's scalding hot? That's rather uncomfortable. Chris has to pull back, snarling and taking cover. She's better at sneak attacks than the raging frontal assault that Rose's family specializes in.
Padded hands and feet creep around, waiting for the Witch's focus to turn back on Rose. This time, it'll be bigger.
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Alexia's eyes flitted about, looking for her sister. Some help here would have been wonderful.
It was while she was busy searching for her sister that Rose's attack hit her.
Hard.
Red Witch yelled out in pain.
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She whirled around, swishing her cape around her. A forcefield of electricity shot up around her.
Let the animals be shocked.
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She roars. Just... roars. There's nothing even remotely human in the sound, as she advances on the Witch slowly, ears back and nostrils flaring.
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Finally, she turned all of her attention upon Chris - she was the bigger one, after all - and swapped all of the electricity she'd been channeling for a protective bubble around Chris. Well, protective from the outside. From the inside, Chris would find that the oxygen in the bubble was draining. Fast.
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Even with burnt skin regrowing, she's got enough together (or suffused under red rage, it might be a bit of both), to slash at the Witch while she's distracted.
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