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She knew this would happen.
Perhaps not this exact scenario, but she knew they would come for them. Whether it came through the law or through the violence of those who hated them, she knew it would come. Their children kidnapped from their beds and their leaders snatched in the night. It had happened before to other people fighting for their freedom, fighting for their right to live in this world, and history was repeating itself. And like their forebears, they would not go quietly into the night.
It had been less than an hour since they’d received the call to arms and they were already here, entering the underground facility through the lighthouse. Their mission had been laid out and they split up, moving separately through the building. They had to know they would come. They had to know that they would never abandon their own. Which meant they were waiting for them. There was no use for stealth, no need to hide their presence here. They were their own army and none would stand before their strength. They would bring their children home.
Ororo walked at the head of her little team, the small group moving off in their own directions as their teammates moved in another. She knew what she must do and she was ready for whatever may come. When she spoke, her tone was hard, her words clipped, her fury clear and barely restrained.
“Draw them in. Let them taste our fury. Show them that we are not to be trifled with.”
The electricity crackled around Ororo as her eyes glowed white, the winds picking up and whipping her cape back around her shoulders. She raised her hands and a boom of thunder rung out through the halls, rattling the walls and shaking the very foundation of the building. She wanted them to find her. She wanted them to engage. She wanted to show them that they were not easy prey, and they would not lie down as their children were slaughtered. They would fight until their last dying breaths.
The storm was pissed and it would not be contained.
Truth be told, Bobby Drake was pretty excited to be heading out on a mission. Perhaps excited was the wrong word, considering the reason that they were at this facility, but there was a noticeable sense of anticipation within him. A chance to stretch his legs, so to speak. As Bobby wasn’t an actual teacher at the school himself, there was often the opinion that he was more disconnected from the kids than the rest of the adults. Part of that was true – he had his small group that he tutored in Spanish, but he didn’t spend as much time with the children as Jean or Scott did, for example. But when it came to the safety of the kids being threatened? Bobby’s investment was just as great as everybody else’s.
Trouble had arrived a lot sooner than he had expected but, then again, it always did. Being assigned to Ororo’s team, Bobby was tasked with helping to cause a commotion, so that the others could find the kids quietly and get out. Making a bit of noise? That was definitely right down his avenue. It didn’t hurt that he held a great deal of respect for the leader of this sub-team and he nodded along intently to her words. She always did have a great way with words.
“Well buckle up Super Mario,” Bobby retorted, with a barely-contained chuckle, to Remy’s wish for castles, “because the Goombas are probably on their way.” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Cajun sizing up the entrances and exits, and security devices which could track them – to be honest, that wasn’t something Bobby himself had thought about doing. That was the beauty of the X-Men, though. Each of them had their individual specialities, powerful cogs in an even more powerful wheel.
The roar of thunder distracted him from his thoughts and captured his attention fully. He had seen Ororo use her abilities many times before but each time was awesome. If anyone tried to say that they grew tired of watching the goddess at work, Bobby would call them a liar without hesitation. Following the thunder were the explosions that came from Gambit’s always accurate throw. Forcing himself not to become distracted by the noises around him, he caught a glimpse of a small handful of men running towards him.
Until he was sure of what the threat level was going to be, Bobby wanted to play it a little safe with his powers. Safe, but chaotic. Aiming his hands at the floor in front of the charging men, a stream of slippery ice sheathed the ground, causing each of the men to buckle, through the lack of grip, and crash right into each other. “I’m not lie, this is pretty fun.”
Her words were stern, yes. Yet somehow being told off, if you wanted to call it that, bothered him less coming from her than it did whenever Scott did the same. Perhaps it was because he had known the visor-wearing mutant for much longer, that it always felt like an older brother telling him off. But with Ororo, she felt more clearly like a mentor. It probably didn’t hurt that she was a fellow elemental and so probably knew his powers, and recognised his potential, best. “Sorry Storm, but don’t worry. I remember why we’re here.” Though Bobby didn’t take her words as a personal attack, he did appreciate Remy comforting him. A grateful smile from the thermokinetic would hopefully let the Cajun know that.
Bobby watched as Storm filled the area behind them up with a blanket of mist and as Gambit took charge from the front. In many ways, he was grateful to be paired up with these two. She was a leader and he was far more experienced in situations just like this. This meant that Bobby himself could just follow the instructions, which he was mostly decent at. Just point him at something and tell him to shoot. He was happy when things didn’t get more complicated than that.
He saw the silhouette just a second after Remy did and by the time that he had raised his arms to aim a blast of cold air at it, the Cajun had already thrown his trademark cards. A first and then a second, both appeared to have little to no effect on the armoured men coming their way. Taking a few paces forward, Bobby positioned himself so that he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Remy.
Using his powers, Bobby fashioned himself a crude baseball bat, made from ice, in his right hand and a baseball in his left. Though he meant it when he told Ororo that he knew what the mission was, there was no reason why he couldn’t get creative with his powers. Tossing the ice-ball up into the air, he took a swing with the bat and hit it as hard as he could, sending the hard construct straight into the helmet of the first man. Just like with Remy’s kinetic explosions, there was no effect. “Damn it. I thought for sure that was going to work.” For a few brief moments, Bobby considered placing a thick ice barricade between the three of them and the incoming arrival before remembering that the idea was to keep the fight going
If the X-Men wanted some attention, they were going to get it.
With a scoff and a look of disgust, Anne tore her eyes away from the looped camera feed, one with a blurry constellation in blue and with demonic, yellow eyes. She could swear it had been grinning or trying to find a good angle, which made her even more angry despite it being an assumption. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. They would make them regret coming there in the first place. "It's time," she called over her shoulder to the gathering of Purifiers she had her disposal, "Get the gear."
It wasn't the first time they were facing mutants, everything about their gear suggested that. It wasn't the top-of-the-line but it was riot-gear and an arsenal of weapons, including shotguns, electrical contraptions and back-mounted flamethrowers. The trample of boots could be heard as the squad approached the X-Men. First there was a row of five sporting energy-based shields that hummed and fizzled upon activation, becoming the first line of defense. Behind trailed at least five more, including Anne, with weapons.
"Close 'em in." A loud scraping was heard and behind the X-Men down the hall, a five-inch steel door slammed shut, trapping them in with only one way out. It was a way out that Anne wasn't planning on giving them. She lobbed a tear-gas grenade first and then ordered the flamethrowers to the front. Long, flames licked inwards to the smoke, grasping for anything it might find to consume. They were not getting those kids.
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