For several seconds Luke lay still on the ground, fighting to catch his breath and assess his weakened condition. With the blood continuing to flow from his side and now the barbs in his shoulder there was no way he could continue the fight.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Luke's sonar swept the area as he slowly stood back to his feet. Most of the others seemed to be making quite a good show of themselves without having the injuries that he himself had taken. As the blind man's weary mind tried to decide what to do he noticed three key things.

1) Raina was singing with more power than he had ever seen her use but if his ears were picking it up right her voice was already weakening. "She can't keep this up."

2) Streak stood off to the side, prepped for battle but apparently having stood back to watch what Raina's latest attack would do.

3) Bone girl was still fighting and struggling to get back even after having taken such a powerful hit. "I can't do it... I can't face her right now."

"Tag Streak!" Luke called, keeping his voice as strong as he could even as the weariness and blood loss tried to overwhelm him. With a strong throw he sent the silver staff over toward the silver man, "I gotta check on Raina and then get to the Doc. Bone girl's all yours!"

Turning away, Luke broke into a jog across the battlefield, his teeth still gritted in pain. He had to get off the battlefield and he had this nagging feeling that Raina wouldn't be far behind. "Gotta make sure she's OK." He thought to himself as he continued toward where she and Naveed stood, "Gotta make sure."

As Nathan flew towards his target, the man lowered himself to the ground causing Nathan to narrowly miss him. Nathan abruptly turned around as tight as he could and came in lower to the ground as he started to make another sweep at his opponent. Nathan had already started his forward motion, when his wings...stopped working? The X-Men trainee could no longer gather any friction from the air with his wings. The wings began to flap harder in an effort to keep Nathan aloft but to no avail.

Nathan couldn't have been more than 15 feet from the ground when he fell. This added with his foward momentum from his attempted attack helped him to fall more forward than simply straight downward. Nathan initiated a forward roll to absorb some of the impact but that did not stop all the force of him hitting the ground.

The fire elemental stood up as quickly as he could but slower than he intended. The fall had given him some nasty bruises and aching joints but thankfully, nothing felt to be broken. The angel surveyed his adversary with his golden eyes. The distance between them was about 20 feet.

Nathan spread his feet out wide and crouched into a stance. He brought the heels of his palms together as a small flame came to life inbtween them. As fast as he could, Nathan used his pyromancy to create a flamethrower and aim it at his opponent.

Nathan had only the slightest inkling of what the man's mutation actually was, but if what he suspected was true then he was at a great disadvantage. His only hope was that he could react faster than his opponent could. Help didn't really seem like it was going to appear out of no where. Leaving Nathan to handle this one by himself.

Streak watched the little battle going on between Raina ,Luke and the Order member. She was doing a good job but he knew that she couldn't keep up her assault on the girl. The order girl was very strong and talented. He could tell that from watching how she handled the ice Raina was throwing at her. If she's half as good with the ice as she is at hand to hand combat then she'll give me a better fight than her dark friend. The ice was thrashing the Order member around for a minute until she was able to get out from under the block of ice.

Luke then 'saw' that Streak was waiting on the sidelines to be brought in the fight and he figured the same thing out. It was obvious that Luke couldn't fight anymore and survive the night. He needed to get to the infirmary and so did Raina. Luke then tagged him in by throwing the staff and running off. The silver man caught the staff and proceeded to absorb it back into his body. Once that was done he stepped up in front of the crazy order member blocking her way from any of the other two people that had attacked her. "Why don't you pick on someone a little more up to your type of fighting." He said to her. He was not going to let her get anywhere near Raina and Luke if he could help it at all.

Brutality. Blood. The soulstuff of the mutagenic moving about the battlefield before him. No one had noticed him. They were all so caught up in their battle. Could it really be as trite as doors? The concept of such ferocity being used over a portal's covering seemed excessive at the least. One thing he made sure of was to watch the eyes. It was dark, darker with the lights being shattered, but their eyes shone in the darkness, gleaming with a visceral rage that didn't seem to fit with the time and the events. It was such a waste.

Why worry about humans when the mutants were taking each other out? It really had to be a win-win for Homo sapiens. Garrett recalled his plans for revenge against those who had twisted him into what he was now. Looking at the blood spilled before him, he knew there had to be another way. Violence was a symptom of a deeper and more subversive malady. The Mansion, while an effective retreat for those who did not know how to harness their gifts, remained just that. A retreat. The plight of mutantkind would never be solved here in this institution. It would be coddled and encouraged, but never refined. The children here would grow up believing that they were the same as humans.

The ground shook as what appeared to be a giant moved through the area. Even those who were in mortal combat turned a blind eye to such an obvious happening. The giant picked the golden doors up as if he were a schoolboy picking up some wayward books, sitting them down by the van that Garrett had disabled earlier. The large head crooned over at him and asked if Garrett was a spectator instead of a fighter. Garrett smiled and slid his legs over to the side of the wall facing the vehicles. " I fight. I fight with my heart when the battle is worthwhile. This..." He motioned to the mutant rumble behind him." This, is the same old, same old." He hopped off the wall and moved gingerly past the behemoth, making his way back into the Mansion.

He looked closely at every painting, every detail. A small vase on a table, someone's backpack left open in the living room. Small details for his memory. Garrett made his way to his room and filled a backpack with some small items and clothing and looked at this room once more. He let his vision glide over the entirety of the room, to wish it safe travels with the next who inhabited it. On his desk, he left his room key and his X communicator. They would understand or they wouldn't. Either way, it was time to go.

Once she had put a little bit more distance between herself and the hopefully useless ice, she let her attention shift over to her blind playmate as he shouted to someone else, a disapproving frown marring her features as she made a move toward the sightless mutant. She had planned on going after the ice manipulator, but she was nearly done with the other X-Nerd. It would not be thorough enough of her to leave him as he was. However, the one that Luke had called to quickly moved to intercept her, effectively stopping her for a moment as she paused to take him in, her frown twisting into an angrier expression. "You stupid little X-Fool!" she shouted rather suddenly, her temper still raging after that surprise attack had caught her and torn into her. "Stay out of my way!" she spat, small scales of bone sliding from her skin to cover the areas of flesh that had been cut or had small bits of skin missing from where the ground and ice had gouged them out, carefully applying pressure to them to slow any bleeding, the bones doubling as protection to prevent any further harm from reaching those specific areas of her body. She took a step or two backward and away from the metallic mutant, her body bent ever so slightly, as if she could bolt at any moment. She was not going to let this kid get in her way. She wanted to cut out a piece of that ice manipulator in order to repay her the favor of interrupting the brawl that had been in progress. She wanted to reach the blind mutant before he got too far from her reach and to finish what she had started. But this mutant, this walking piece of tin, apparently thought otherwise.

Silver Streak was not a name she knew, nor was the face a familiar one. She only recognized him because he had been fighting her shadowy Orderling prior to this little encounter. He'd caused damage to her friend, and she knew it. He planned on fighting her and no doubt on winning as well. In that case, this kid was in for a big surprise. Despite the fact that she could feel a dull ache settling in her muscles and her breathing was more labored than before, Isabel still had some fight left in her, and she would not let some X-Dweeb be the reason for her exiting the fight. Like a spring that had been coiled, she sprang, heading straight for the silver mutant. She was getting tired, she was bleeding, and she was pissed off. She didn't care much for strategy and intelligent moves now. She wanted to hurt this kid, and she was going to do it. As quickly as she could she made a dash to close the distance between him and herself, the spidery leg-like bones, curved forward to either side of her. As she'd done several times already in this little scuffle between the Order and the X-Dorks, she made a move to slam her shoulder into the silver mutant's gut, the long bones on either side of her meant to corral him enough that he'd have difficulty evading her, even if her initial move was a miss. Easily she shifted the bottom half of the last few feet on each bone from rounded to tapered into a razor sharp edge. In rapid succession, first one and then the other bone made a jab at the mutant, pulling back afterward only to make another strike. Her mind was set. She was going to make the boy bleed.

"You stupid little X-Fool!"
"Stay out of my way!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I can't let you kill my friends." Streak replied to the over zealous woman. She back up put more room between herself and him. Streak prepared himself for an attack. He wasn't sure what she was going to do but he thought he was ready for it. As it turned out, he wasn't. The woman charged towards the silver man. Streak tried to evade her but stumbled a little by a set of bones. Since Shawn wasn't able to move out of the way he tensed his muscles right before the hit to his gut came. He took the hit to his gut with her shoulder and was sent backwards. As he was sent backwards the words that the previous Order member had said to him rang in his head.

"Hahahahaha, I never said you couldn't kill. I said you didn't try. Hell, I don't even think you have the balls to kill a person, let alone try to kill me... Because until you kill somebody, they never stop trying to kill you."[/u]

Streak wrapped his arms around the woman and created two knives in his hands. He then proceeded to try and stab her back with both knives. He doubted this move was something that she would be expecting from a X-Men but it was something he was willing to try just to see what would happen. Just as quickly as he'd stabbed her back he pulled the knives back to prepare for her next attack. She then started stabbing at him with bones. One of the jabs stabbed him directly in the arm, since he was trying to block them. "Ahh." He yelled as the bone pierced his arm. Just then something happened. It had only happened once before when he was fighting a younger mutant and she'd slashed his chest. This time thankfully it didn't hurt, or at least he didn't notice the pain the blades were causing as they cut out of his skin because of the pain from her jab and because he was focused on blocking the rest of her jabs. The blades on his back and arms were fully protruding now and ready to be used. As they continued to fight he would use then to his advantage.

His body had started to heal from the jab, slowly, but he was still feeling it. You couldn't tell if he was bleeding or not since the silver blood blended in with his silver skin. Streak then formed a sword to fight the woman with. He wasn't going to let her get another shot on him without getting a shot on her also. An eye for an eye seemed appropriate in this case. Streak charged her and swung his sword at her in a downward slashing motion leading from her collar bone through her stomach. It wasn't a wild motion, however, it was very powerful.

Hylonme winced as she released the arrow, the action sending waves of pain throughout her body, originating in her chest. It was nothing life threatening, however, it was very painful and was counteracting her bloodlust a bit. Whereas before she had wanted to tear the man limb from limb just for being near the people who had assaulted her home, now she realized he had just walked in on something he wasn't really a participant in.

"I don't know what happened, but I obviously walked into something. I am not going to fight for murderers, but I won't let you trample over me." The man held his hands up, palms out. Though this was traditionally a gesture for peace, the fact that he had just knocked her over with a bolt of lightning sent from his fingers caused Hylonme to flinch a bit.

Hylonme just nodded, and turned to survey the battlefield, trying to decide who needed her help the most. Off to her side, a very spikey order member was just about finishing off her opponent, so Hylonme started running towards the large throng of people in the center. However, she was interrupted when an amazingly loud expletive resounded across the battlefield.

[glow=red,2,300]"BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!"[/glow][/u]

Suddenly, as if sprouting from the ground, an enourmous collumn of ice shot out from beneath the woman who had caused the ground to freeze earlier. It zoomed toward Hylonme, who had so little time to react that it was like she was caught in headlights, and though she tried to jump over it, it was moving too fast and caught her left side, sending her tumbling to the ground. The pain coming from her chest renewed itself, and coupled with the newfound agony, it almost made her black out

Slowly, the black faded from the edges of her vision, and she managed once again to remember how to breathe. After a few moments of mental preparation, Hylonme tried to stand up. After struggling for a bit, gritting her teeth against the pain, Hylonme almost reached her feet, before a crack sounded and, in addition to increased pain, sent her toppling down once again. Finally, Hylonme looked down the length of her body, and saw the sorry state her left legs were in. The front leg was bent inward about four inches above her knee, and the back leg was bent backwards at the knee joint, along with a bend about an inch below that. Her legs were broken, in the middle of a battlefield during which she could now no longer stand up. She was doomed.

Alex sighed with relief when the lady listened to him and turned away. Wincing, he turned to head out of the field. He should have just stayed out of it before.

"BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!"

Alex turned on his heel at the shrill note and watched as a massive column of ice burst from the ground from the lady he had help save from being clubbed over the head. The ice shot outward, causing several people to have to dive to the side. Alex watched as the horse-lady tried to leap over the pillar, but got her legs smashed. The column of ice traveled on and crashed into a girl, dragging her across the ground. Alex scowled. That lady had shot off that attack with no thought to who was in the way.

Alex watched as the horse-lady fell. IT was obvious that her legs were broken. He paused for a moment. He really should just leave. It was their problem. The school itself seemed to be safe. No-one was trying to break in there, just beat each other to death on the front lawn. But...

Alex started forward when he saw a large man walking across the battlefield. He sure if the guy was on the horse-lady's side or not, but she was in his path, and he didn't look like he cared what was in his way. Alex didn't see what the guy was heading for, but he dashed forward anyway.

Reaching out, Alex shot out the lightning from his eyes, wrapping it around the horse-lady. He was careful not to let it shock her to badly, it would feel mostly like a prickling around her skin. He lifted her up, keeping her in the same position she was before. He hoped she didn't struggle, he couldn't hold on that well to struggling masses, and he began to lift her toward the fence. Best to get the injured out of the way. Once he got her to the side, he would leave.

Roland hadn't moved from the spot. He remained knelt, the staff in hand. The display of mutations and visceral rage before him was just too fun to watch. He put the staff back in its sheath and adjusted the remote for the camera and gun, moving it between the combatants to get the best data for his employers. That was the point, after all. Attacking Isabel anonymously had just been an extra personal bonus. He stood slowly and stretched his legs, stepping backward slowly as he manipulated the camera. Fortunately, his use of the laser microphone hadn't been detected, as he had tried to keep the small dot of red light in inconspicuous places. That was the most work for him. the rest was just fun.

It seemed that the casualties were rising and the combatants were tiring. Soon, their senses would return and they would begin to look around at other things going on. It was time for him to call it a wrap and head home. His backward steps continued until he found the wall that he had come over in the first place. Since it seemed to him that he was generally unobserved, he took the moment to vault up the side of the wall and find himself on the small seat he had bolted there. The recording was the main state of affairs. He began the download of the video to the array he had set up on the ATV below. The little bar moved its way, percentages streaming and rising.

Looking over his shoulder, the cases for the .50 caliber appeared on the wall. He began disassembling it by mutation, pieces stripping and finding their homes inside the plush cases. In moments, it was completely broken down and locked away, the cases back in their place on the small four wheeled vehicle below. He even made sure to remove the bolts for the stand, leaving his only presence to be small holes in the top and side of the Mansion wall. A small LED indicator light let him know that the download was complete, so he hopped off the seat and disassembled it as well.

Now the din of battle had lessened somewhat, revealing an otherwise serene and beautiful night. Securing all of the pieces to the vehicle, Roland let the fake costume find its way into a small duffel bag, taking the opportunity to feel the night air on his skin as he manually dressed himself in one of his easy jumpsuits. He sat on the laden off road vehicle and felt pleased with himself. It had all occurred so easily for him. Not even a scratch. It was a perfect job and he would celebrate at home with a stiff cognac and cigar. He started the quad up and set it in gear.

Raina was barely aware of what was happening. All she could feel was the rage and the ice and those two were now subsiding. She wasn't sure if she even hit Luke's attacker- her eyes were frosted shut.
Though Raina delt in ice her throat was raw and burning in pain. It coudn't take one more note. She felt herself get heavy- really heavy. She had the sensation of spinning.

This isn't what she wanted. This was her birthday. Raina hated violence. Where was the peace?

Spinning. Was Luke ok? He had to be ok. She had to tell him how she felt.

The ground was coming up fast now. Her head hurt like hell. Everything was cold and frozen.

The battle shifted this way and that way. Some people even changed up who they were fighting against. The shady guy Streak was fighting disappeared. Luke was in no condition to keep fighting the girl with bone weapons. Nika had thought about jumping down to help out, but Luke passed his opponent off to Streak just as Raina slammed the other girl with a massive ice attack. It was the first time Nika had ever heard a curse word come from Raina's mouth. Most times Raina was very polite and easy to talk with, but this was totally different from her usual self.

Continuing her survey from her hidden and high up position Nika spotted something new. A figure off to the side of the battle ground. By it's shape and movement she could tell it was a male, but she had never seen him participate in the ongoing brawl. This was a stranger. Perhaps trying to spy on the mansion or a gutsy news reporter capturing the scene. He made his way up one of the walls and began taking some sort of contraption apart. Maybe it was his camera and he had been filming this whole event.

Nika moved quickly and quietly along the roof top in the direction of this new person. He was packing his belongings up and then she heard the sound of a small motor. It didn't have the deeper sound of a car or truck. No, this was more like a motorcycle or something similar in size. When she heard the rpm's pick up and begin to move the man and his equipment Nika increased her speed as well. Leaping down off the mansion and easily clearing the wall she had seen the man go over. Nika did her best to keep a safe distance as well as remaining out of line of sight as she followed the man.

Hylonme felt nothing when the man she had just been fighting lifted her out of the way and into safety over the wall. Pain had swept her into a state of semi-conscousness in which she could feel no sensory input except pain. She struggled to rise when she once again felt hard ground under her, but for some reason her legs didn't answer her call. A building discomfort in her chest reminded her to breathe, but when she finally remembered how it was a shallow, pain filled gasp. She focused on one word for as long as she could, fixing her entire mind onto uttering a single word.

"Damn." Darkness filled her vision, and she knew no more...

A strangled shout of intermingled surprise and pain escaped from Isabel following the injury of the silver mutant's knives. The weren't able to sink too far, due to the bone beneath her skin, but because of the movement they were both creating, they slid unpleasantly through her flesh and scratched at the bone for the few brief moments before they were withdrawn. Her own initial attack had been a success as well, a brief swell of malicious pride rising as she collided with the X-Fool before contact was lost. She could also feel at least one of her jabs connect with his flesh, though she couldn't see any definite wounds on his body to show for it. Angrily she backed away another step, more thinner sheets of bone emerging to cover over her fresh wounds, the applied pressure making them sting nastily, but at least they would be a little more protected. She hadn't been paying close enough attention to this little mutant when she'd tried to keep an eye on Shade for the short while before she was completely absorbed in her own battle. She hadn't known the silver youth could create weapons as she could. The sudden mix of displeasure and amusement with this little revelation warred in her mind as she glared at him, the assaulting bones pausing in their attack to sit poised on either side of her, raised at about eye level over her shoulders. She simply watched him as she paused, taking in the sudden eruption of blades his body produced. If she weren't so stubbornly set against the boy, she might have been impressed by their look. They would certainly pose a threat to her skin, should they get close enough, but she also knew they could be broken, much like she assumed his skin had been. Her weapons were quite similar in that aspect. They could be damaged, it would just take a good deal more effort to break them than it would to fracture a normal bone.

As the young man formed a sword and struck, Isabel quickly stumbled a few steps back, the two bone poised above her shoulders shooting out to cross in front of her, intending to catch the sword and prevent it from cutting into her flesh. Giving a small grunt of effort as the force of the attack was set against her, she strained to lift her bladed weapons away from her body and take the silver sword with them. Unfortunately, she'd miscalculated the pressure she'd need in the beginning, and the tip of the young man's weapon bit harshly into the skin above her collar bone, causing Isabel to grit her teeth in pain as another sprout of bone fought to push the bladed tip out of and away from her skin. "Tsk, tsk, Chickie," she managed to spit out through gritted teeth, forcing a twisted little grin to emerge. "Stabbing a young woman in the back. That isn't a very X-Nerdy thing for you to do. For shame," she taunted, struggling to keep up her mocking humor despite the biting pain that was being forced upon her. Fortunately for her, due to the two extra appendages of bone that she was making use of, both of her hands were left free, and the foolish silver boy had needed to get close enough to her to execute his blow. The X-Dorks really weren't all that bright, were they? "Try walking away from this!" she hissed as she shoved her arms outward past the two bones and on either side of the sword. Immediately two long spikes of bone erupted from her palms, each aimed to impale the young man's stomach. She would allow the spines to keep growing, even if they had hit, creating barbs on them and letting them twist around inside his body. She would tear this stupid little boy apart.

There was always something that someone out there had to worry about, whether it is large or small but it was always there. There was also always something there to remind the person of what they had to do and what they were fighting for. However, sometimes, they are reminded in more unconventional ways than most, such as a small child running up to his mother saying ‘Mommy, Mommy there is a bunch of mutants over there and they are fighting.’ The mother didn’t seem too concerned about this and she seemed to want to return to her current life and leaving the ‘freaks’ to their own business.

It seemed though that she had no idea that her son and what he had just said had been audible to the two Lupin sisters’s who had been walking in the park at the time of the telling. Both girls looked at each other with different expressions on their face, the older one having a clear expression of, we better go help, while the younger one had a clear look of apprehension on her face, not knowing how this would turn out for ether of them. Ruby knew her sister would automatically would want to bash in the heads of those attacking their second home but she would prefer it if the wolf girl thought something through for once in her life.

After a short and virtually unheard discussion from the two girls Ruby had managed to convince her elder sister of a strategy. Don’t go running in without knowing what’s going on first. So that were the observation came in, both Emerald and Ruby knew how to get on the mansion grounds without disturbing the massive battle outside. One of the various ‘back entrances/exits’ that Tricity had showed them when they had first arrived their. The two girls managed to make their way over to a secretive viewing spot to see what was going upon the battlefield and to perhaps find a reason as to why the hell everyone was fighting. Moments passed and the girls could only come up with one reason as to why the groups where fighting.

A big misunderstanding about two doors made of solid gold being brought onto the campus.

In the time they spent observing things on Ruby’s request so her big sister wouldn’t get herself into a fight it had only managed to infuriate the wolf girl more. Ruby was able to tell this and inwardly curse herself for thinking something through. However, she was glad that she got Emerald to wait long enough to see that some of her comrades were in trouble and she knew despite Em’s instincts to fight, the wolf girl would much rather save a life than take one.

“Both Raina and whoever the hell that other guy is out of there now need to get out of there now!” Emerald growled lowly to Ruby, her voice filled with urgency. Ruby was about to say something more to her elder sister, such as the fact that she had heard the boys name to be Luke this though was neither here nor there because right now the fox girl watched as her elder sister bolted onto the battlefield, heading straight towards Raina as she started to fall.

“Emmy wait….ugh! Fine lets both go get them! “Ruby stated in exasperation, not believing her sister just ran full force onto a full battle field. Correction, yes she did believe it but she wished that the older girl didn’t do it. The Fox girl ran after her sister, dodging the fighting that was going on swiftly. For a moment Ruby saw Emerald do something she never thought she would do, run onto cold ground, nearly slip and go and save someone…that was cold. Ruby wished she could scream at her sister for being so stupid doing something that could potentially kill her and something she was terrified off all because she just couldn’t wait for a full plan. The thing was though, Ruby knew her sister well enough to know that despite everything her sister had a heart of gold and when she showed it, Ruby felt a little stronger and a little braver herself. Upon seeing Luke as she turned her head, Ruby rushed towards the older boy and tried to get him to put his arm around her shoulder so he could lean on her.

“You’re name is Mr. Luke right? Well, Mr. Luke you need to get out of this battle along with Miss Raina and my sister and I are going to help you with that.” Ruby told him with as much authority as possible with her small and typically timid voice.

Meanwhile, Emerald had so blatantly rushed into Raina’s area of cold doom and destruction. She quickly realized what a stupid move that was but unfortunately she realized it a little too late. The wolf girl hated the cold and was weak against it, so even in her long sleeved thermal shirt, denim jeans and Lucky denim jacket with a warm lining she was freaking freezing. The female caught Raina before she fell with her teeth chattering like crazy, feeling horrible memories coming rushing back to her. The Labs, the Freezer, the punishments all of these things came rushing to her in a flurry of horrid memories, a small look of horror creeping across her face. Suddenly she clenched her fists, biting upon her chapped lips just before she rushed off the Icy ground.

“I’m not letting you get injured all because I was too scared of the cold, Raina. I’m getting your ass out of here.” The wolf girl stated quietly to Raina, not even knowing if the older woman was conscious at this point. If she was though, Raina would notice that the normal growl in her voice was not there but fear was in its place. The way her voice sounded so determined and so confident also had a vague tone of a child, a terrified child who was still afraid of the monster under the bed. “No one should have to spend their birthday like this.”

(((Oi Luke Raina, feel free to g mod the girls if you want them to bring you to the infirmary. If there is anything you want me to change or if you feeel I overstepped bounds tell me.))

Walking outside of the mansion, Blake heard alot sounds coming from the distance. Hearing some stranger noises, he walked towards the ruckus, seeing mutants fleeing from the scene. Running and pushing the crowds of people, he see's allies like Silver Streak and Cold Steel duking it out against unknown warriors. Running faster and faster, every heart beat growing in speed, he new that something really bad was going on. Blake motioned his arms and slowly disapeared into the ground. Using his abilities at his fullest, Wallrunner moved with incredible speed and finally made his way underground the battle field.

Motioning his hands upward in a fist motion, Blake's arm extending long and straight in the process. Moving up out of the ground he appeared in the heart of the battle, crouched over, in the hands of a clutched giant earth fist. Slowly opening the fingers of the hand, he jumped out seeing his friends and rivals dueling to the death, with powerful warriors. Analyzing the situation, Blake looked in a circle not knowing what to do. There were so many friendly mutants fighitng, and Blake had know idea what he should do in this sort of situation. Looking down at the night sky, and the blood stained ground, he stood there, listening to the screeches, and agonizing yells of warriors in pain.