nextgenerationmarvel | Attack on Xavier's ((Open to All X-ers on Campus))

Class had only been in session for a couple days at Xavier's. Labor Day had come and gone. There were more students on campus than in previous semesters. The buzz from first day jitters had settled down. Routines were starting to be picked up. It was currently the small span of time between the end of classes for the day and the beginning of after-school activities.

A mile from the main house, a very determined man wearing purple and dark blue was setting up. He took note of various things like the range to the target, wind direction, wind velocity, air density, elevation, and the Coriolis effect. As well as the effect the window he was going to shoot through would have on his very special bullet. He peered through his scope. This would be an extremely tricky shot, but the entire operation was waiting on him to start it. He needed to take out the biggest problem on that campus. The new construction getting into his way didn't help matters.

He eventually lined up a clear shot and waited. He caught a flash of red in the window. The target must have been sitting at her desk. The sniper grinned slightly to himself. He took in a breath, let it half out, and then squeezed the trigger.
The one-of-a-kind bullet made of non-magnetic material blasted out of the barrel of the sniper rifle. His aim was dead on. He quickly tapped the signal to have the first ones launch their attack.

The walls along Graymalkin Lane were breached explosively in multiple places. Most near security nodes to delay the time the security system roused. Men and women in black tabards with white crosses poured through the openings. They ran toward the buildings and any visible muties on the grounds. They all had been itching for some action since the debacle at Veridian Dynamics. Being underground for this long made the need for mutie blood strong among the Purifiers.

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"Have at thee!" He swung the butt of one of his katana at the unadorned head of the unarmed Purifier. While he did that, he sidestepped and used the other blade to help position his target between himself and his armed compatriot.

The turtle needed a little time to increase his density and gather some of the ambient electricity on the campus.

The butt of the katana knocked the one Purifier out. Once repositioned, the others started attacking D'Artagnan.

One of them may have yelled something about having turtle soup for dinner.

The samurai turtle kept upping his density. His geta started to sink into the lawn from the growing weight put on top of them.

The frag bullets hit D'Artagnan full in his plastron since the Purifiers were aiming for center mass. He grunted slightly as they left marks on his chest. He doggedly went toward the firing bigots.

"Throw down yon mechanized crossbows and ye may yet live!"

The Purifiers weren't going to give up that easily, though. They had a mutant in their midst. Was he a regular old turtle, they would have left him alone. But no, this turtle was something far worse than that.

They kept up their shooting, moving back, changing formation as D'Artagnan approached closer.

The turtle kept pursuing them with heavy footsteps. As long as they were shooting him, they were not shooting any of the other students here. He tried to keep backing them to a place that was advantageous for him, but there was a lot of lawn for that to happen.

He kept moving on until a better idea came to him.

The guns were doing nothing.

Fine.

One of them yelled out an order, and they switched weapons and formations.

Away went the guns. Out came the vibranium throwing knives.

That could pierce turtle skin, right?

The turtle's eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head at the change in tactics. He was not sure if the new knives would pierce his hard shell, but from the Purifiers' body language, he picked up they thought the knives might do something.

He continued forward toward one for a couple steps before coming to a halt. He lessened his density to pick up some speed. He glanced over the Purifiers as he twirled both katana for a moment.

That katana needed to go.

So did the turtle, but first things first.

They started shooting for his wrists. Shoot the hands off, lose the katana. All good stuff.

"Finding thy tactics are not sound?" D'Artagnan didn't drop his density all the way down when he noticed some switched back to their guns. He pushed it back up a bit when the guns were raised in his direction. He kept his arms (and thus his wrists) in motion, making their targets harder to hit. He rushed toward one of the shooters on the end.

It kept the rest of the men in the periphery of his vision so he could try to deflect any knives thrown.

The shooter waited until the turtle was close by and then whipped his gun around, aiming to smack the turtle with the butt of it. The others kept up their attack, shooting and throwing knives. One of them came up behind D'Artagnan, bat held at the ready to clobber him with.

The turtle would be a dinner delicacy by the time they were done with him.

D'Artagnan parried the knives thrown at him with ease. The bullets, not so much. He let them hit his hardened hide.

The shooter turning into a bludgeoner made the samurai sink into a crouch and spin. He wasn't aware of the one with the bat creeping up behind him. As he spun he extended his blades to slice into whatever legs were closest to him in 360 degrees.

That...was unpleasant for a number of the Purifiers. There were more sliced legs there than there were slices of cake at an extravagant wedding.

The bat went flying one direction, its owner, the other.

Once he had all the Purifiers around him down, he rose back to a stand. Whatever was left of the bigots, he pursued.

He left the others groaning and bleeding on the lawn. Once the ones with guns were down, the turtle changed.

His skin turned a blue-green and his two katana turned into sai. Athos whirled his sai before skulking off toward the small chapel on the grounds.

Attack on Xavier's ((Open to All X-ers on Campus))

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