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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jul 15, 2006 18:05:44 GMT -5
Fortunately, the debris from the ceiling had fallen around Roberto, so he pulled himself over it with ease and faced Scott once again, more determined than ever.
Using a decidedly more simple approach to fighting, Roberto aimed a punch straight for Cyclops' face and swung. Hard.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 18:10:26 GMT -5
Okay, so the ceiling idea had backfired...and then Roberto tried to punch him. Scott's arm flew up to deflect it, just as Logan had trained into him. Unfortunately, all the opponents Scott's arm had deflected up to this point hadn't had super strength. "Ow!" And in retaliation Scott kicked Roberto's shin before shaking out his deflecting arm.
Lucky it didn't break, Scott thought...although at the moment it seemed inconsequential.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jul 15, 2006 18:18:05 GMT -5
Roberto fell to his knees when Scott kicked him in the shin, making him even angrier than before.
"Nice one Cyke," he muttered, grabbing Scott by the ankles, and dragging him down, so he could pull himself to his feet, "Now watch this."
He stomped on Scott's chest and grinned with satisfaction. He was sure he had heard something crack. He stood back and turned around with his hands on his hips, waving to an invisible audience. Not unlike the real Roberto he loved to show off. That was his one weakness...
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 18:29:01 GMT -5
Pain...first from rocks digging into his back and then another kind entirely as Roberto stomped down on Scott's chest. He couldn't even vocalize it as the air was knocked from him...the sound of cracking bones becoming his world....
He could see Roberto above him...waving to an audience. Do something, you idiot! Scott's hand grasped a rock and, then smashed it into Roberto's knee, a moment later Scott blasted him, making sure it was a good one that would take him down...because he really didn't want to deal with trying to get up and fight Roberto.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jul 15, 2006 18:35:18 GMT -5
Roberto cried out in pain as he fell to his knees yet again, this time unable to get up. He sunk down to the floor, and the waves of energy around his body faded until he returned to his normal, powerless state. There was a tear in his suit where Scott had struck him with a rock, and blood was leaking out of the tear. His breathing became short and labored, but he was still alive. He looked up at Scott, sadly with defeat in his brown eyes.
"Are...are you really gonna kill me?" he asked as quietly as he dared.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 18:40:12 GMT -5
Scott sighed...before answering, "Well, considering you were going to do the same to me, I figure I should return the favor." It was the truth...life was rough in Apocalypse's Danger Room...kill or be killed. And just like before in the Labyrinth Scott wasn't ready to lay down and die quite yet...although his ribs had other ideas.
"Nothing personal," he said, eyes glowing as he set a focused beam at his enemy.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jul 15, 2006 18:46:16 GMT -5
"For you it isn't," Roberto muttered, closing his eyes as he awaiting the final blow.
He bowed his head as he waited for the red blast to hit him. When it did, it knocked him backwards so quickly that he struck the wall with a defaning crack as his neck broke, killing him instantly.
His body lay against the wall like a crumpled rag doll, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 18:58:27 GMT -5
Scott winced with every breath...trying to talk himself into getting up. If you get up, you can go to the kitchen...get some painkillers...that would be helpful, wouldn't it? Scott nodded to himself, rolling over and pushing himself up...feeling a little woozy as he reached verticality. Just hope no one finds me before then... He didn't want to look at Roberto...that was something he didn't need to have in his nightmares.
He walked down the hall and was surprised to find it vacant, though he tried to stay alert, no one was gonna go kicking his back again. He entered the kitchen and headed straight for the cupboard...
((Played right into your dastardly plans, Tabby. Go for it.))
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Post by Apocalypse on Jul 15, 2006 19:04:36 GMT -5
Apocalypse watched in approval as Scott took apart the X-men one by one. " He is accepting his place by myside." Apocalypse smiled in approval.
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Post by Tabby on Jul 15, 2006 19:08:47 GMT -5
Tabby watched from the shadows as Cyclops made his way into the kitchen. He didn't seem to notice her, which was good. Tossing one of her bombs toward the light switch, she muffled the sound as it exploded, making it appear as if the lights had gone off for no reason.
With a smirk, Tabby moved across the room, taking a seat on one of the counters. She watched her prey like a hawk, keeping a lock on his form in the darkness. Before he could do anything, she created a small bomb, tossing it up and down in her hand, the only source of light in the room. It was a dead giveaway, sure, but no need in him blowing up the whole kitchen for no reason, right? Grinning, Tabby threw the bomb at his feet, then hopped off the counter and slid back into the shadows.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 19:35:46 GMT -5
He had just gotten his hands on the asprin bottle when the lights when out. "Great...just great," he muttered. No problem though...he knew the kitchen like the back of his hand. He closed the closet door and turned at the faint sound of feet...and then...a light, a small one by his feet. His brain knew what it was before the word "Sh*t" could escape his lips. He scrambled out of the way, asprin bottle still clutched in his hands, barely missing the small explosion. Now, the big question...where was Tabby?
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Post by Tabby on Jul 15, 2006 20:05:12 GMT -5
Scott had dodged the attack as she had figured he would. She still had a lock on his figure though. Narrowing her eyes through the darkness, Tabby silently crept across the room, keeping to the wall so as not to run into anything.
"What's wrong Cyke?" Tabby asked, tossing another bomb his way. "Can't see?" She taunted, dropping to the ground and crawling across the floor toward the table.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 20:12:43 GMT -5
Now where had he heard that phrase before...oh yes, he'd said something similar to Mystique as he'd run circles around her with his eyes closed. This wasn't some place he'd never been though, this was the mansion (technically)...he knew exactly where he was in the scheme of things, even if visibility was limited. He slowly reached behind him to the counter, grabbing the cookie jar he knew to be there and threw it in the direction Tabby had been moments ago, hoping to either hit her or gain some sort of reaction to let him know just where she was.
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Post by Tabby on Jul 15, 2006 20:37:50 GMT -5
Tabby was halfway across the room when she heard a crash. Glancing over her shoulder at where she'd been seconds ago, she smirked, shaking her head in amusement. Continuing on her way, Tabby came to a stop when she reached the counter. Standing up, she silently made her way toward Scott.
Once she was practically a foot away, she shoved him backward into the wall. Grinning, she leaned up against him, trailing a finger down the side of his face. "Missed me." She whispered, placing a light kiss on his lips as a distraction while she slipped a bomb into his back pocket. Pulling away with a smirk, she ruffled Scott's hair, then walked backward until she reached the table, at which point she dropped to the floor.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 15, 2006 21:00:30 GMT -5
Scott had that weird feeling that someone was only a foot away from him when he was suddenly pushed up against the wall, a finger trailing down his cheek...and then she was kissing him! Scott's brain went into it's own version of defcon 4...bells and whistles...do not engage...something is wrong!
She backed up, ruffling his hair...the soft sound of a person ducking was Scott's first clue that something was definitely amiss...she'd placed a bomb. His mind raced...where? When? When she was kissing you, moron! And then it hit him...Oh no! He hadn't paid much attention to the fact that her hand had wandered to his rear at the time, he'd been a little distracted by the fact that she was kissing him in the first place. Now he knew the reason why. Not thinking he shoved his hands into his pockets, coming across the bomb. How much time did he have? The bomb barely left his hand when it exploded. Scott flinched, hissing in air as it burned his hands...almost like a run-in with a sparkler.
He knew where she had ducked...provided she hadn't moved during the distraction...Scott let out a short blast in the general direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of her...even if it gave away his position.
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