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Stealing M.I.T.

M.I.T....

Top scientists at MIT had been researching new technologies, including the development of software which could handle pan-dimensional level calculations. The projected applications had been hailed as revolutionary by the likes of Tony Stark and Reed Richards...

Which made it the perfect target for the continuing crimes of the Lethal Legion. Sabertooth, the Owl, the Radioactive Man, and Mentallo had been sent to retrieve it.

The attack quickly made the news.

Fortunately, the local super-heroes, the New Mutants, were not far away in New Jersey...

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Stephanie had made a point of specifying that her outfit be flame-resistant. She had also made a point of generally building up as much energy as possible before getting into combat, and even more now. It felt good, almost too good. Every nerve, every muscle adrenalized.

"Nice claws, kittycat." Stephanie called out as she blasted towards him on a jet of nearly white-hot flame. She couldn't precisely fly, but she could blast herself about a hundred feet in the air with some effort. Her landing would have been a rough one for a normal person- probably leg-breaking, but she only felt more power surging through her.

"I sometimes have claws too." She fanned out her hands, claw-like extensions growing on them before shooting out at him as six-inch blades of solid heat. She didn't remain still after shooting them, but instead formed two long tentacle whips of solid pyroplasm and launched at him, running faster than any normal person could.

"Ooh. Red, hot mama."

Sabertooth wasn't a normal person. His enhanced strength and reflexes helped. He had watched her make a super-hop with a rough landing. He got the feeling she was either showing off or didn't do this heroics thing much. He was guessing the latter.

He tucked and rolled out of the way of the incoming knives. He could feel his body hair singe as those hot blades came a bit too close for comfort, but he wasn't known for being comfortable. He sprang back, his eyes narrowing at the whips.

He had a healing factor for sure, but he'd rather play a bit. Trap the newbie hero into doing something she'd regret. He darted toward a lamppost with some action. This girl was going for broad bravado. He needed to see exactly what kind of prey he was dealing with. Then he would slice her apart into bite-sized pieces.

"C'mon, sweetcheeks. Let's get a little hot and heavy."

"Charming. You must be a hit at all of the supervillain parties." The rough landing was somewhat intentional. The harder she hit the ground, as long as she was standing at the end, the better. The more energy she got. She would've preferred that he be more into blunt trauma- she could sap a lot of the cutting force behind any blade, but it was still a potential threat.

He was fast, he was agile- at least as much as she was. She had only one visible and obvious advantage. Range. She stopped advancing towards him for a moment, turned on a dime, formed one of her whips into a burning pinwheel about three feet wide and let it fly at Sabretooth. The other whip remained at the ready, distorting the air around her with its heat, melting the concrete whenever it hit the ground.

"Only the rough ones." He was not at all intimidated by her droll observations. They made him grin and show off his canines.

He wanted to play for a bit. If it was over too quick, that wouldn't be any gut-slicing fun. He saw the pinwheel coming. Sabertooth dove out of the way at the last second and let the fiery pinwheel of doom slice through the lamppost in front of him.

"Aw. C'mon. That's not how you reach out and touch someone."

"Please, I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole." Stephanie countered easily. She continued cracking the whip in his direction, circling around, stomping the ground, hard each time. She had to make sure to keep up her energy levels. She whirled the whip around her and instead of simply cracking it, the whip became a broader wave of energy, not quite as intense as the pinwheel, but harder to dodge.

Keep it controlled. No flashy moves. Quick strikes, at range. Stephanie thought to herself as she took up a difference stance, firing blades of pyroplasm from two outstretched fingers at a rapid pace. Doing fancy moves, she risked exhausting herself. This, on the other hand, she could continue for a long time.

"I gotta pole you can touch," he countered with a smirk. "I'll even heal up from the pain."

He watched her weird version of a square dance as he dodged her whip-cracking good time. Sabertooth was getting a little tired of assessing what she could do. She looked to be armed with the burny-burny. He decided he could heal well enough from it.

Though he waited for a moment to pick up on her move pattern. Not that he headed it much when he decided to charge. He bent low to the ground and used his hands to help pull him along the ground as quickly as possible. She hit with sizzling strikes of her whirling whip and blades of pyroplasm, but Sabertooth kept coming for her.

Clearly the burning wasn't working well enough, and he was moving towards her fast. She could either move out of the way or push him out of the way with something solid, burning and extraordinarily painful. Her whip immediately dropped and she formed a spiked hammer out of pyroplasm with a formidably long haft. When he was within range, and it didn't take long, she swung it low against the ground where he was.

She concentrated, trying to make it as solid as possible. When it finally swung against him, it would've been hot enough to melt metal with a touch, but solid as metal itself, swung by a girl with superhuman physical strength, a huge adrenaline rush and just a tiny touch of desperation.

The burning was working. Sabertooth felt it. It just didn't dissuade him. When the whip disappeared he poured on the speed as much as his enhanced musculature would let him.

"Not that easy, princess!" He launched himself as she swung hard, trying to get over the big, spiked hammer coming his way.

The burning wasn't working well enough if he just kept coming.

It was fortunate for her that her reflexes were fast- an ordinary person would've been absolutely cooked. She poured almost everything she had left into a singular wave of pyroplasm, one bigger than she'd used before, straight at him. At the range he was at, there was almost no way he'd be able to avoid it.

Even as she fired the pyroplasmic wave at him, she began stamping the ground as hard and fast as she could, to build her reserves back up.

Sabertooth was in midair and had no way to avoid the wave of pyroplasm coming at him. He could twist his body, but there was no avoiding the massive burn coming.

He howled in pain and hit the ground beside Stephanie. He didn't break his fall so much as hit the ground and start rolling.

If he had a healing factor ... he could probably survive another one without difficulty, yes? Stephanie blasted him again with pyroplasm, this time more solid than specifically burning, though that was extremely relative. Pyroplasm was always hot.

Stephanie needed to turn her mind, she realized, to his actual apprehension. Or incapacitation. Neither of which was an easy task given his healing abilities. Though from what she could tell, they must have been severely taxed at the moment.

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He rolled along with the blow from the second blast of pyroplasm. He grit his teeth and tried not to scream again. He kept rolling to try to get the bits of him that were on-fire to at least a smolder. His healing factor was working hard, but definitely not fast enough to his liking.

Stephanie wasn't intending to give him a break. She knew that the moment she did, he'd heal up rather quickly. She needed to keep on him, hard. So she did just that. She went with the pyroplasmic hammer again, hitting him as many times as she could with it before it fizzled out and she had to go with something less draining.

She realized with some dismay that she wasn't really sure how to end this with confidence that she wouldn't kill him. She knew he was a real threat as long as he was conscious- she couldn't really stop attacking him. But at some point, she was going to start doing damage he couldn't heal permanently.

Right?

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