She felt him before she even heard the twig snap. Ghost was actually turning when his hand grab hers and twist her arm behind her while his other hand and a knife slithered around her neck. It seemed she'd just turned into the trap he'd lain. Her free hand instinctively went up to weakly try to keep back the hand holding the blade at her neck. After a quick breaths and thunderous heart beats she heard him speak.

"Well hello there, beautiful." The words were loud in her ear even though it was just a whisper. In every sense she must have appeared the rabbit, scared and outwitted. In truth, she was scared, but she was mostly trying to maintain her solid form. Because she wasn't sure that she wouldn't accidentally take him with her when they were this close. And because she couldn't suffocate him if she were a ghost.

"What is delicate, little flower like yourself doing out here?"

His proximity, but especially the fact that they were touching made this easier. She called to the air in his lungs, the oxygen in his blood, the wind in his pipes. Of course focusing to this degree on one individual made her entirely unaware of her surroundings, but it would be worth it to take out her opponent without causing harm to either of them.

It would start like a sigh and keep going for as long as he stubbornly held onto her... or as long as she was able to hold onto him. Ghost's arm that was twisted behind her back was gripping whatever she could reach behind her. That and the hand at her throat... It was all she could do to hold on. "Uhm... I'm flattered, really, but I already have a boyfriend."

Abyss was running as fast as he could and it wasn't getting him there quick enough he sure as heck wasn't traveling the same speed as electricity. He attempted to jump off of the ground when he saw the pouring of voltage into the ground. He got of the ground but the electricity leapt up and claimed its victim anyhow. On the upside He was bulky and so he more than likely wouldn't die from it but that didn't man he didn't feel like he was on fire right now. The smell of burnt hair and flesh rose from his tail and the lower leg that were closest to the ground at the time of the release as for the rest of him, he was staggering. He was a mere couple of feet away and felt as if he might be dying. He felt his consciousness crumpling from under him. He stole a glance to his right and saw Jupiter, running toward the mansion probably planning on tearing it down. The void opened and sucked Jupiter in, He then got spat right back out behind Tricity. Abyss smiled and fell. He wasn’t unconscious but From here he could move the guys as needed.
And would more then likely go unaccounted for, God being electrocuted sucked.

Jupiter was running toward the house, they built it up after the reg but he was going to knock it back down. Steal the orders front doors, He would only leave them their front doors, He was going to destroy every thing that…or maybe He was going to get sucked into a void and fight Tricity with Syn apparently.

Jupiter waited until she retreated into him, an in one of those rare moments that you think the same thing as some one close and like minded, he thought it would be fun to suffocate the woman.

Pluto nodded to Isabel and assured it was him. “Yeah it’s me.” He smiled it was rare that others recognized them, but he sure as heck wouldn’t put it past Isabel, “Don’t worry Shiny, will have hell to pay. Let’s get you home.” He gently scooped her up and began retreating to the Truck. He saw the fight of Tric, Syn and Abyss was going poorly. But the scales tipped again as Abyss drew Jupiter in to the scrap. He couldn’t risk Isabel there anyhow, he hoped to retreat to the void, But looks like they were headed to the truck. He would settle Isabel there once he could and then… after they were away from the fray. A black void opened to their left not bringing them in but offering its escape. Pluto spoke . “ How do you feel about going into the void Is?” Which meant Abyss was playing possum.

~~"That's a lot of trash talk, let's see if you can back it up!" "THE BIGGER THEY ARE! THE HARDER THEY FALL!" "Now, let's see if you can tell which one is me!" ~~
Mercury watched as the boy multiplied into statues and then was covered in stone. And then it began.

“You’re best looks fun.” Mercury laughed as he began swinging his right fist and his tail around with explosive strength. His left arm wrapped around his head to deflect some of the oncoming barrage. If anyone else was nearby they would be regretting being near the shrapnel of this stone and muscle battle. He was sure that the original wouldn’t be going in hand to hand with him. So it was a matter of getting to the outer ring first. As soon as possible. His tail latched on to one of the minions and wrapped around its ankle he than began to swing it around at the others. He continued to move forward toward one of the outer five. Neither of the spears struck true to his eyes, as they were batted away with his arm. A Couple of the Spears dug into his flesh but the layers of muscle stopped them before hitting anything vital. Mercury roared and then began to fight as if he were going berserk. He caught a boulder and launched it at a target on the outer ring to his left. One thing was for sure he would be bleeding and bruised after this fight, more than he expected from most of the wimps in this place.

As the monster decapitated and smushed the three attacking minions. Blake watched in horror as the monster lashed out and dominated one of the defending clones. Blake moved far back, as his clones followed his hand motions. More rock clones appeared, in an attempt to keep Wallrunner safe from the melee bombardment of the helliacious monster.

While the clones continued the assualt, one of the offensive clones shot daggers out of its chest in an attempt to impale the creature, hopefully in the eye as well. As dead earth clones slowly melted into the earth, they rose again continueing the attack on the evil creature.

Now that Abyss/Mercury was busy with dagger like spikes, and clones, Blake saw an opening, right behind his enemy, out of Abyss' range of sight. Blake and his copies in the back all used the same hand motion, as they lifted there arm over their heads, like the beginning of a hook shot in basketball. A huge dagger, just a bit smaller then Abyss, shot out of the ground in an attempt to pierce through the stomache, of the most horrifying thing that Blake had ever seen.

Sweat was rushing down his head, making its way at a steadily pacing speed, down his neck. He has never pushed himself, this far with his power, and he was quickly wearing out. The skin tight stone suit, did not make anything easier, it reduced his vision, made him slower, and much more tired. Seeming like an impossible fight to win, Blake did his best, to hold off the evil creature, and awake to see another day.

The sound and feeling Bacchus could never get used to be the sound and feeling of bones giving way under the power of his fists. Sure he didn’t have a problem when it was a quick and painless one like it was when he did his brain-exploding trick. But that was different way different.

Bacchus might not have known why he disliked the crunching sound of bones but it was a sound he had heard once or twice before in his life. To his own body, things seem more bearable when they have never happened to you.

Bacchus pulled his fist away from the silver warriors leg and shook it and had a face of slight disgust, “gross think I just broke you leg!” said Bacchus who seemed more apologetic than anything. But he wasn’t sorry he broke his leg he was sorry he didn't pull his hand fast back enough.

Bacchus waited to see what the silver bloke would do next, if he was going to play opossum Bacchus would just walk away and go make sure Isabel was alright, which was a mistake on Bacchus part but how was he supposed to know the silver bloke could fly?

He started swarming around Bacchus like an angry bee or an annoying gnat either way Bacchus tried the best way to catch him and came up with another idea sure his random punches in the ground worked but how would this work considering he was faster in the air?

Bacchus jabbed his hand down into the ground and grabbed the piping that was spraying water out and pulling it from the ground Bacchus pulled a large chunk of the piping out of the ground and ta-da Bacchus had a hose! Taking his finger and closing of a large section of the opening in the pipes Bacchus created a high-pressure water hose. Bacchus began trying to hit the silver fly with the hose. He didn’t want to kill him just knock him out after all he did harm Isabel.

The kick missed, but the surge of electricity did catch Abyss. 'Good.' The hulking red mass went down nearly at her and Syn's feet. She sucked in another breath, but was caught off guard as Syn tackled her to the ground. Tricity went down hard, her head smacking against the dirt. Her focus went blurry and she saw spots along with the face of Syn staring down at her with a determined hatred.

The air left her lungs again. Syn's hand was wrapped around Tricity's throat, forcing the life out of her. She couldn't concentrate on anything, but trying to get another gasp of air. The X Leader instinctively grabbed onto Syn's arm that was pushing her deeper into blackness. She had to stay awake... She had to stay awake... It was then one of Abyss's clones stepped up behind the two women.

Her instincts were taking over now and she didn't have much control when this happened. There was nothing she could do... Order Members and X-Men alike were in danger now. She hated when this happened...

A consuming black started to fill her eyes and a static electricity rushed across the field. 'No... No.. Have to keep control...' She could see Syn's hair start to rise. "I... suggest... you... stop..." she choked out, keeping a tight hold on Syn's arm.

The glass of the floodlights surrounding the mansion grounds began to break as the electricity poured into Tricity's body. The combatants were left to the light of the moon now that it had gotten dark outside. "Syn..." she stammered. "Please... What.. do you plan... on accomplishing... here anyway?" Tricity let the surge circle violently inside her, keeping it dormant until the right moment.

Home. Pluto had said they were going home. The Sanctuary sounded like heaven to her muddled mind. Instead of protesting the fact that someone else would most likely deal with the silver mutant, she was uncharacteristically satisfied enough to hear that in the end he would be getting what was coming to him, even if it was not by her own means. She couldn't rip him apart in her current state even if she wanted to. That someone else appeared to be Bacchus at the moment. She didn't really understand why he seemed to have grown so attached to her in such a short time, but for once she was grateful that he had been there to step in and help her out. Even more unlike her was the fact that she was drained of any interest in fighting for now. She didn't want to stay at the Mansion and bicker with the X-Fools. She didn't want to have to spend time in the Sanctuary's Infirmary with any healers. She wanted to curl up in her own bed and just drift off, no matter if she was still bleeding or not. She was growing too tired to want much more of anything else.

Again her head drooped and she swayed dangerously to one side as the tips of the spines fully disappeared back into her flesh, leaving only the scale-like coverings over he smaller wounds, and the nightmare of stitching across her stomach. Even just keeping herself upright seemed like so much unnecessary effort. A slight wince colored her otherwise drowsy expression as she felt her body being gathered up, her wounds aching painfully with the movement despite the care Pluto was taking to be gentle with her. With a small sigh, she finally let her tired neck drop her head off to one side, leaving it to rest against whatever patch of red skin it found as a support. They were moving away from the battles, but that was about all she could tell. Her eyelids kept falling and blocking out her already blotched sight. She wanted to sleep, but at the same time she wanted to remain awake long enough to make it back to the Sanctuary, to make sure everyone else was alright before she let her consciousness release.

A question. What had been said? Desperately she scrambled to recall the words. Had he said the void? With a feeling of too much effort, she fully opened her eyes again, making them search out the source of the proposal, her head following only when it was deemed necessary in order to find the big blotch of blackness that she knew was not being caused by her patchy vision. Were others able to enter the void? She had thought it was the territory for Abyss' clones alone. Had this been tested before, or was the battle and excuse for a split second decision that was following an unknown length of time debating it? What would happen if someone other than the red giants stepped into that blackness? So many questioned tried to force themselves through the sludge that her mind had become. Too many for her to focus on and think about. However, she trusted Abyss, and she trusted his seven counterparts. She knew they wouldn't do anything to harm her or to intentionally put her in harms way. Despite the rising hesitation that was pushing to the surface as if to spite the trust she had in her companions, she gave a small nod of her head. "I think I can handle it."

Surprisingly, the white-haired woman was not putting up much of a fight. In fact if anything, she was trying desperately to hold on. Shade found this extrememly bizarre. If someone had just nabbed him from behind, he was sure he would at least try to struggle. He might even try to teleport if it was possible but hold on for dear life? Well, someone has their own way of dealing with surprise. Shade uttered a sigh at the thought, at least he thought he uttered a sigh. Come to think of it now, he hadn't sighed. Wow! Blurry vision! Those knife wounds must have drawn more blood than he had thought.

Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Shade's breath quicken as he tried to draw in more oxygen, but it had little effect. The black dagger slipped out of the shadow man's grasp as he lost feeling in his hands. In disbelief, Shade felt his knees buckle under his own weight and his entire body fell backwards, dragging his captive with him. Crashing helplessly to the ground helped to rush some blood to his Shade's head, allowing him to thinks straight for a second. The mutant! She must be doing something to him. In a state of panic, Shade began to flail violently at the woman, desperately trying to separate himself. Then suddenly, the lights shattered and everything was thrown into darkness and Shade vanished from sight.

:wolverine: Pluto was happy with Isabel’s semi conscious answer, he might have taken her there anyhow is she passed out on him, she was much, much easier to protect this way.

“A wise choice, you like it in here.”

Pluto stepped into the void and off of the field momentarily.



Abyss welcomed the pair of Pluto and Isabel into the void. The first thing that Isabel would be likely to notice was the absolute lack of pain or anything else physical about the void. The clones loved being in the void and simply avoiding existence after battles. Abyss would be tempted to go back and soak up the nothingness if he could but he wouldn’t risk it again.

::Hello, my dearest Isabel, we have missed you::

::Well, if you’ve got her snug in here I am going to go keep the ex-men on tilt::

::Have fun, Pluto::

The pair exchanged the thoughts extremely quick and Pluto was turned around an on the offensive with in moments.

Abyss lay there and then was shocked again, from that crazy electric woman; harshly, he wished that Syn would end her, Or Jupiter would do the dead for that matter.

Jupiter watched the pair attacking each other and the only reason he hadn’t stopped on Tricity and finished her into finality was the fact that mis-aimed blow could just as easily end his sister, and that is why Jupiter sat their and guard this little scrap anyone wishing to interfere would deal with him and a lust to end the X-men’s queen. Death watch. Or on the off chance that Tricity did get the upper hand. His was waiting to send a wrecking ball and oblivion to the woman.

“You can take her Syn.”
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( still working on the Mercury/blake battle)

The pain in Streak's leg didn't diminish for long. The blood continued to seep out of his leg as the flew around. His loss of blood was going to be quite a bit. He was going to need a big rest after this and maybe even a cast for a few days. The giant was acting differently when he noticed that he'd broken Streak's leg. "Ya. No shit,." Streak said through gritted teeth. As he was flying around the giant he saw ghost. He was about to leave the giant to help Ghost with the shadow mutant he was fighting earlier but she seemed to be handling things well enough on her own.

How can I beat this guy? He wondered as he continued to look around. for some reason why they would call this fight off early. He saw the big red carrying off his earlier foe He was then being assaulted by a water pipe. When he finally moved out of the stream of the water he said, "Hey your girlfriends off the grounds so why don't you join her." Streak continued to grimace as his leg throbbed continuously. The water put unnecessary pressure on his wound. The water moved the piece of bone sticking out of his leg so that it caused him more pain. The more the bone moved the more blood came out of his leg.

The silver man then flew at the giant man and jabbed at his throat. with his sword. He wasn't going to let this guy beat him if he could help it. Although he was beginning to thing that he was fighting a loosing battle right now with his fatigue and injury. Even Streak wasn't sure how long he would be able to continue with his leg continuing to bleed out. He was already significantly slower than he was when he started fighting the giant. He would hope the giant would take his hint from earlier and stop attacking.

With barely a moment to spare after Pluto's acknowledgment and reassurances, or any time for Isabel's sluggish mind to come up with any reasons why she may want to side with her brief apprehension, she was quickly carried into the impenetrable blackness known simply as the Void. That word quickly made all kinds of sense. The Void was completely void of anything belonging to the physical realm. Immediately all the aching of her body disappeared, as did her physical and mental fatigue. In fact, all physical sensation as a whole simply vanished as both Pluto and herself were swallowed by the world of blackness. Easily her feelings of motivation directed toward action and revenge were replenished as her desire for rest an solitude diminished. However, at the same time a reluctance was building, though instead of being directed at entering the Void, it was instead pointed toward leaving the world of darkness. She knew that outside this black haven, all of her pain and fatigue would be back, and she would have to go through the effort of putting up with the healers long enough for them to do their work before she could return to a more normal state of mind and body. She also knew this reluctance was a dangerous thing, though she found herself having a great deal of difficulty in pushing it to the back of her mind in favor of other thoughts. After all, this was not her own mind, but Abyss'.

Trying her best to gather her thoughts closer to her bodiless consciousness, she was finally able to register the great feeling of welcoming from the source of the Void, her attention shifting to the voice that seemed to originate from nowhere in particular. I've missed you as well, Abyss. It's wonderful to see you all again, she replied, finding her thoughts to be the source of her own voice in the complex world. That was a little worrying. The faint knowledge of direct and indirect thought having a voice meant that nothing was hidden here, just as she knew Abyss could hide nothing. Nor Pluto, for that matter. At least, not before she felt the distinct absence of his presence. However, that did not mean she would go poking around to find any tidbits of thought and knowledge. This was his mind, not hers, and as such she had no right in knowing everything it held. Instead, she tried focusing more on the happiness she felt in having her dear friends back with them again, becoming somewhat surprised in feeling how very potent those emotions were when there was nothing physical for the mind to subconsciously focus on.

The next thing that she was aware of in this disorienting whir of sudden bodilessness and mind-focused dominance was the momentary expression of pain echoing through the Void followed by wishes of destruction. She knew these things had not come from herself. There was nothing of feeling left in her current state, save for the memories of physical sensation. She did not mean to intrude, but with little to no boundaries between consciousnesses, she could scarcely help it. Abyss? Are you alright? she questioned, trying to keep her focus on one stream of thought at a time in order to clearly voice the concerns she had without getting too many other thoughts mixed in and creating a confusing jumble, her feeling of concern still seeming a little unnecessarily intense in her newness to the Void. Don't let yourself get injured too badly. I hate it when my friends get hurt.

The outside observer might have thought their situation strange indeed. Ghost did not struggle and the man with the knife did not cut. They both stood still holding on to one another when suddenly the one with the knife swayed. Success. But was it enough? Ghost hated this part, but this was the kindest coup de grace she had. She'd used it on friends and enemies alike.

The hardest part was knowing when to stop and pull back. Too soon and he'd be back with something worse than a knife, too late and he might have brain damage. Ghost didn't want to hurt anyone. She just didn't want her throat slit. Honestly, was that too much to ask?

The sharp pressure against her neck lessened steadily and eventually he let go of the knife, though Ghost never heard it hit the ground. And then suddenly he became very heavy! She gave a dignified "Waugh!" as she was pulled to the ground with the man. His grip was loose enough that she was able to turn around, but he stubbornly would not let go of her. "H-hey! Are you okay?"

She got slapped across the cheek and punched in the arm as and answer. Panicked flailing. The last defense. So he wasn't done yet? She turned her face so the blows would be less there and tried to press her hands back against his chest to make this last bit go faster. Except that after the ground lights started shattering the man beneath her suddenly disappeared and Ghost was left panting shakily on her hands and knees.

Well, that was unexpected.

Ghost stood, still unsure exactly of what just happened, but he simply wasn't there anymore. She didn't like... do something really bad did she? After a quick glance around the battle field, Ghost had one thing in mind... Tricity. Her team leader was getting swarmed with red guys and the hateful looking red and black haired woman was ... choking her!

How nice of them to color code themselves. Red meant enemy. And so her next target would be red.

((OOC: i'm thinking clone? Tric is a big girl and I don't think that's a battle for a little trainee. Just gonna try to give the boss lady some breathing room.))

Dragonking had headed back to the battle field outside as he was not so cruel as to launch an attack at the infirmary. Thus he headed back outside. He had not gone far from the entrance when he heard voices. Although DK had spent a lot of his later years in the desert, he had grown up in China and was a very good woodsman.

Between him and the source of sound was a group of trees. Dk checked that there was nobody noticing him and that no Order members needed help and then slipped into the trees.

He could clearly hear Shade’s voice threatening a girl (Ghost) and arrived in time to witness the battle, see Shade suddenly seem to grow weak. It had to be the girls powers, but the instant that the girl broke contact Shade seemed to gain enough control to teleport away.

The girl then proceeded to walk towards the battle between Tricity and Abyss and Syn. Dk knew that they did not need nor want help at this point in time and had, up until this point in time, not interfered. So as the girl was passing the trees, he stepped out in front of her. The mask covering his face was featureless except for two eye slits. On his chest armour was painted a terrifying dragon, awe-inspiring and at the same time horrifying as it seemed to writhe and move in the flickering light. He stood straight and tall empty handed, the handles of his blades jutting from the sheaths strapped to his back.

The deep voice spoke. “And where do you think you are going?”

She only took a few steps before someone else popped out of the woods. Really, she needed to stay away from the woods. Too many people were waiting for a fight in there! Even she had been lurking there for a time. Ghost only had time for a cursory glance at the frightening man in dragon-emblazoned garb and mask before he spoke in one of those deep, rumbly voices.

“And where do you think you are going?”

He may as well have quoted the big bad wolf. And where do you think you are going, little girl? Ghost pointed numbly toward the fight where Tricity was (to Ghost's knowledge) still getting the life strangled out of her.

"I think your Lady Friend is choking my Team Leader." She answered innocently enough. Ghost would always try to avoid fights where she could. "Can't you guys just take your doors and your crazy lady and go home already?" But seemingly they couldn't. It apparently went much deeper than just doors.

Drawing deep breaths of clean air into his still searing lungs Zephyrs shoulders heaved slightly as he continued to deal with the aftereffects of being roasted alive, for although his attire had sheltered him from the brunt of the blaze the garments could only do so much about the drastic rise in temperature and therefore his body had been forced to compensate; soaking his upper body in a rather uncomfortable layer of sweat which even now threatened to obscure his vision despite continued efforts to wipe his brow. ‘I need a shower.’ he mused despondently as he silently observed his opponent; waiting for some form of response to his pseudo peace offering. A part of the merc truly hoped that the kid would see sense and just back down, fortuitously though a more judicious section of the Kabal members persona realized that such an outcome was unlikely considering how the combat had progressed thus far. Still he could be optimistic couldn’t he?

It was at this point that the temporary lull in the battle finally seemed to collapse as an array of flaming columns abruptly flared into existence at specific points about his person, each individual pyre consisted of an untold number of golden flames casting abstract shadows on the slowly burning grounds of the mansion as they greedily consumed the air around them in order to survive. ‘Trying to be impressive are we? Well that’s just fine.’ the thought was coated with disdain as the air elemental shifted his head side to side while swiftly flexing his fingers into a spreading gesture as he once again manipulated his vacuum barrier into a dome and placed it overhead, moments before the pillars swarmed towards him before suddenly withering and dissipating as they encountered the vacuum and vanished, leaving only a slight smirk on the mercenary’s features. ‘Impressive is never as fast as simple.’

"Oh, that hurts. Why don't you stick around though? I'll make it interesting for you I promise."[/color]

The smirk was swept from Zephyr visage as he restrained a sigh while simultaneously resisting the urge to roll his eyes; why were people always so stubborn? In particular why were mutants so bloody obdurate? Admittedly the elemental could empathize with the sense of assuredness and power which came from possessing the x-gene, however despite what some hubristic individuals would have you believe, an abnormality in one’s DNA did not make them omnipotent, it simply granted them abilities which could just as easily be a weakness as a strength. During the development of his own mutation Simon had been required to lay aside what little had existed of his own life at the time and focus entirely on controlling the winds surrounding him, ensuring they would serve and not harm him, obeyed his thoughts not emotions and acted precisely as he directed. It had taken him a year to gain what he would comfortably term as casual control of his of gift, the price he had paid for that though was a lower muscle mass and a body unused to almost any physical exertion, a deficit he still dealt with to this day in fact, however when one can mold the air to supplement physical strength then such a fault was lamost negligible.
Returning to the matter at hand though, he still had an obstinate opponent to deal with and judging by overall flow of the mansion battle things would soon reach a conclusion. ‘Perhaps my intervention will not be needed after all.’ If such were the case then perchance he could afford to indulge the seraphic individual before him and if the tide of battle happened to shift away from the Order then… well, it’s not as if he were incapable of putting the little fool in an infirmary. For now though he would play along.

Shifting his attention back to the invisible sphere of oxygen he had created mere minutes ago Zephyr gave a wordless command and sent the orb soaring through the air before having halt not two feet from his challenger at chest height. As any who have studied chemistry, or possibly physics, will tell you when a naked flame is exposed to abundance of pure oxygen it expands at an almost exponential rate, creating what in layman terms is referred to as an explosion. Even if his opponent happened to be immune to his own flames there would be nothing to protect him from the concussive force of the blast, which considering the size of the oxygen sphere would be enough to at least deafen if not render the man unconscious. The drawback of this strategy was simply that it was completely reliant on the merc’s opponent conjuring some form flame about his person so as to ignite the orb, until such an event occurred however the sphere was little more than an ethereal ornament and as such did nothing to incite his adversary into attacking.

‘That can be remedied easily enough.’

Raising his left arm in an all too apparent sweeping gesture towards his fellow combatant Zephyr swiftly crafted a crescent blade of wind before casting it towards his seraphic challenger, ensuring that it cleaved a clear trail in the earth as it traveled. He was about to test his opponents dexterity.

As the lights crashed into darkness, Shade managed to teleport away, near the edge of a wall. He layed there, unable to move. as he try to breathe in more air than his lungs could handle. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, and a cold sweat began to form on his brow. A pounding began in the front of Shade's head as a punishment for failing to breath, and tingling limbs slowly regained their ability to feel as replenished blood rushed back into his extermities. Several minutes passed with Shade's only movement being the great rise and fall of his chest. Finally, Shade managed to regain his composure. Pushing himself to his feet, the shadow mutant glanced at his leader dueling with an eletrical mutant. Syn appeared to be holding her own. It was time for Shade to leave this fight. It hadn't every been his type of fight anyways.