Should've been a damn telepath, Topher thought. At least then I could lead these kids somewhere safe without the Purifiers finding out.

"Orientation packets!" Topher yelled as the Purifiers came into view. "You kids know where to go, so go!" He cracked his knuckles and tapped into the negative energy that he was so quickly pulling in and took a deep breath. Okay. He was okay. He could do this. He wasn't alone here. He had his teachers with him in spirit. Mom. Dad. Uncle Scott. Aunt Jean. Rachel. Wolverine. Others.

He could do this.

With a yell, he charged, his eyes flashing yellow. He was aiming for the closest Purifer. Disarm, then knock out. Then move on to the next one.

You can do this.