Attack on Washington Two

[Magneto]

It had taken the Sentinels just two hours to fly from Genosha to Washington D.C., with a magnetic anomaly interfering with American satellites, they had no idea it was coming. They landed, surrounding the White House itself, programming from "kill any individuals with an X-gene" to "kill any individuals without an X-gene" they instantly began to open fire their powerful beams on the people of America.

It was just a moment later, when the Brotherhood teleported onto the lawn of the White House.......

OOC: The participants in this thread are

Hyperion
vs
Adam Warlock
Ms. Marvel
Sabretooth
Nightcrawler
Iceman

This shall also serve as the posting order, if a person does not reply within 2 days, the person listed after them may proceed. If an attack is attempted, and the character the attack is aimed at does not respond within these two days, it shall be declared that the attack has landed. Enjoy

[hyperion]

Hyperion smirked as he touched down in the nation’s capital. He wasn’t here to gain retribution like his comrades, but rather to seek out a challenge worthy of his name. And today was going to be a glorious day; he could feel it in his bones. While ordinarily he would be loath to kill such weak foes, he nevertheless knew that it was necessary if he wanted to bring out someone worth his time. With a crack of his knuckles and a few moments to regard the throngs of people that had already started to flee from his presence, reminding him somewhat of mindless cattle, he set about to work and backhanded the nearest civilian into oblivion.

“HEAR ME, PEOPLE OF THE CITY! I AM HYPERION, AND I COME SEEKING A CHALLENGE!” He roared and thumped his chest, leaving a faint bloody hand print on his outfit as he did. “IF THERE ARE ANY OF YOU OUT THERE THAT BELIEVE THEY ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO RISE TO THE CALL, STEP FORWARD AND LET US SEE WHO IS MORE WORTHY!”

[Adam Warlock]

This guy could shout all he want, he sounded like some sort of....level twelve barbarian or something. Well if this guy wanted a challenge, Adam Warlock was in town! He pulled towards him all the energy he could, he could just blast off, but for a guy like this he thought it might be time to build up a blast, generate some real beams.

He flew towards Hyperion, both fist glowing with cosmic energy. "Magic Missile!" he roared as both hands were launched forward, beams exploding towards the opponent.

[ayden]

(Team leader, Huzzah!)

Carol knew this day was coming; and she knew she would have to rise to the occasion. Her training in the Air Force would come in handy when it came to leading the younger members of her resistance team. However, they had no idea what they would be up against, and the prospect of her being responsible for not only the lives of humans, but also that of her fellow team-mates, daunted her. Yet, Carol wasn't here for the day. No, Carol was still at Xavier's school, dealing with personal problems. Ms. Marvel was here and that meant hell for the Brotherhood.

"Adam! Be careful of the civillians!" She yelled to the young Battle Mage. He was eager to fight this Hyperion, whom seemed to be heading the attack on this quarter. She looked around, civillians running scared, some yelling abuse, others simply just running for their lives. She brought herself into the air with her abilities, and yelled to the civillians stupid enough to stick around. "Get the hell out of here!"

Where the hell is Bobby? He could stop this guy in his tracks...

She cursed under her breath, knowing that Magneto would not just send one person unless they were incredibly powerful. Judging by this Hyperion's arrogance, he had some form of power to his credit. This was going to be a hell of a day...

Edit: Idiotic spelling mistakes...

[sabretooth]

Sabretooth rode though the crowed of people and killer robot's making his way towards Hyperion and his big mouth. As he weaved between the people and debris all the while keeping an eye on the Sentinel closes to him, speeding up he stuck an arm out and grabbed a woman who was about to be stepped on. Putting her on the back of the bike he took her to a safer place no one would really be safe until those things were taken out. He made his way over to where Hyperion and stopped waiting for Adam to attack before he got off the bike and threw it at the man‘s back he had a feeling it wouldn’t do much other then piss him off. "Come on big mouth show me what ya got."

[Nightcrawler]

It was almost frantic the way Nightcrawler had appeared on the scene. The young mutant’s sulfuric gaze darted about as he surveyed the chaos that the X-men and New Mutants were enlisted to act as protagonists in. Suited up, the young mutant had felt that initial swell of pride that most newbies felt on their first mission. However, when he teleported himself to the thicket of the battle that pride had faded and a stroke of stoicism hit his features. He read the panic and saw the civilian be pummeled in vain and thought a minor prayer for that poor soul. He didn’t say a word, though, and instead saw the straggling civilians.

Kurt took a deep breath and remembered that now was not a time to be afraid. Quickly, he set to work and started grabbing several civs at a time and teleporting them out of the area to return. Each trip sounding with a distinct BAMFing sound. He teleported to Ms. Marvel’s side for a moment and awaited instructions; not sure if there was much he could do outside of clear the area of civilians. “Do you need me to clear ze area Frauline?”

[Iceman]

There was nothing triumphant about his entrance, in Iceman’s opinion. He was working now, and had this incredible tendency to act recklessly while on a mission. As the team had been somewhat briefed on the situation, Bobby had cracked a few pun on the way in. Now, though, the time for jokes was over. He headed up the rear; surveying the area from an aerial perspective via his ice slides. “People running, chaos ensues,” he said to himself as he rounded a sharp turn towards his team, “why can’t we ever be called out for something like ‘oh the ice cream shop is overflowing with toppings and cannot be eaten by mere humans’?” he complained as he leapt of the ice slide he’d been on and jumped to a new one while the ice from the first was reabsorbed.

He approached the epicenter of one of the fleeing masses and looked at the rest of his team. Bobby’s brow arched. “So… did Superman fall off his ego?” he asked before he started sliding on a new side; circling around the comic reject. “Aww those stains are impossible to get out,” he snickered from his perch as he watched the motorcycle and the beam fired at their opponent. “Sorry bud, guess you’re getting a bit more than you bargained for.” He said before tossing a simple snowball at Hyperion’s face.

[hyperion]

“Magic Missile?” Hyperion frowned slightly in confusion before the attack impacted into him heavily, blasting him from his feet and sending him crashing into a nearby shop display window. That had stung. Whatever that magic missile was, it certainly packed a punch. He smirked as he slid to his feet, brushing off the shards of glass he’d picked up going through the window, before slowly advancing out of the store. This was going to be fun.

The tilted his head out of the way of the oncoming motorcycle, allowing it to sail harmlessly by and land into the very shop he’d just exited. “Fool, do you think that a mere attack like that could stop Hyp-“ A snowball to the face cut off the rest of his spiel, causing the arrogant mutant to pause in his advance. It wasn’t harmful, it wasn’t even cold – he’d braved the reaches of space, so a snowball paled in comparison to that vacuum. It was however embarrassing. And if there was one thing Hyperion hated, it was to be embarrassed.

He palmed the snow out of his face, flicking his hand to discard it onto the pavement, and regarded those before him. A blue elfin creature, a blond woman, the hairy (now ex) biker, a walking snowman, and the boy he assumed had put him through the window scant seconds earlier. A rag tag motley group to be sure, not exactly the opponents he would have picked, but opponents nevertheless.

“Very well, let us get this started.”With that said, Hyperion launched forward at an incredible speed, throwing a punch with an aim to fell his first opponent, the “magic” user. He would be first to fall, shortly followed by the rest of “team”. The Snowboy would be last, he would see to that, and would be a reminder just exactly why you should not seek to embarrass your betters.

[Adam Warlock]

Adam felt as thrilled as.....as Dilbert after getting paid for a day's work when he didn't even do anything, when he saw the big brute person guy go flying through the window. Heh heh....magic missile always kicked ass. He could only smile, grin and jeer as they took their turns to deal pain and annoyance in the direction of their opponent. Oh that Bobby and his snowballs!

Next however....Adam was greeted with a fist, as hard as steel, being rammed into his stomach, like someone taking a big huge truck, and compacting it, them shooting it at him. His body contorted around the fist. "Sweet mother of god!" it was half a yelp, and half spat out as he flew across the street, back slamming into a car which nearly toppled over at the force of impact. He couldn't help but take a moments breather, he hadn't expected to be hit that hard. The golden boy wonder crawled off the car, taking a moment to spit, as one did when hit hard in the gut.

But there was no time for such resting, like the knights he pretended he was in Dungeons and Dragons, he needed to save the day. But rushing in without being ready was a fools errand, he let his team cover him for a moment, while he pulled up more cosmic energy, this time giving himself a protective personal shield, before leaping after his enemy, soaring through the air, hoping to grab him from behind and hold him in place with a bearhug.

[ayden]

(Internet Company has been having problems, typical Telstra. Sorry if it is a late reply. And Em, your ice cream line made me laugh!)

The arrival of Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler, was more than a relief for Ms. Marvel. She didn't even need to tell him what to do, he was there, and the blue furred individual was BAMFing quicker than her eyes could keep up; teleporting humans, whether they were willing to be moved or not. When he came back to her for instructions, a small moment of pride washed over her, but then she quickly regained her seriousness and began to devise a plan.

"I suppose there is nothing left to do but take-...Look out!" She yelled as Hyperion had seemingly come from nowhere and aimed straight for the blonde mutant and her blue friend. Her first reaction was to push Kurt out of the way, but this guy was so damn fast that her arm didn't even touch Kurt. She copped a fist to the face, the impact, surprisingly enough, not breaking her jaw. She flew backwards, straight through the window of a rather exquisite ladies clothing store, smash landing through a pile of racks. She grunted in pain and slowly lifted herself to a seated position.

The funny thing was…a black mask had fallen over her eyes.

It fit so perfectly that it was almost scary. The outline of a black leather face piece surrounded her blue eyes as she gingerly stood to her feet. Her head turned to the mirror beside her, and she smirked, as it matched the outfit she was wearing. Her outfit wasn’t that of the X-Men, but rather, the design of a symbol she had painted on the side of a ship she had used during the airforce; a yellow lightning bolt. I forgot how damn good I looked in a costume...Heh. She straightened her body out, leaving the mask on as she flew out of the store; hoping her other team members were alright.

Flying after the brute, she checked to her side, Adam was doing something with his rather unorthodox abilities; which really didn’t surprise her. “Bobby! Freeze him! We don’t want to kill him!” She commanded to the rather brash youngster, however, he wasn’t her worry. She was worried more so about Sabretooth, hoping he wouldn’t loose himself in a animal fury and rip this guy to shreds. She wanted to make her own attack, but Adam seemed to ready for this guy and attempted to place him into a bearhug. For now, she would wait, as attacking now could prove bad for the Battle Mage.

[sabretooth]

“Wasn’t planning on it to stop you.” he kept an eye on this guy as he took off after the Dungeons and Dragons dork. That was fine by him it gave him an opening to attack from behind. Popping his claws he raced after the man then jumped into the air and went to slash him a cross the back. These claws of his might not be very long but they can cut though anything like a hot knife though butter and he’s betting they’ll cut though him just as easily. Bet he wasn’t thinking Creed was a fool anymore now that he knew he couldn’t turn his back on him with out getting attacked.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt’s eyes widened as he saw this man withstand these attacks. This was unreal, unholy even! Their attacks were well placed, and they should have at least set this man back a bit. Something! With his medic kit strapped to his belt; Nightcrawler felt a tad helpless going against this man. The snowball that Iceman had sent into their opponents face did not make him laugh. It worried him. They were going against the manifestation of pride and all Bobby Drake had done was bean him in the face to insult him.

Before he knew it, Hyperion had launched another attack; rocketing straight towards Adam and Carol. Like the coward Kurt thought he was, he teleported out of the way with a BAMF and perched himself up high. What could he do? Unless he had the training that the rest had, he was probably useless in battle. He had evacuated the humans elsewhere but now he felt as if he had exhausted his usefulness to the team. To watch this man, though, was enough to enrage the young man into leaping from his perch into a direct assault on him. All the while, his mind whirred softly in prayer.

[Iceman]

Bobby couldn’t help but guffaw blatantly at how well the snowball had played out. It was enough that if he weren’t in “mission mode” he probably would have fallen right off his ice slide laughing because of just how well the timing of that had worked out. The hilarity hadn’t lasted long, however. His jaw set as Bobby followed his movements and circled the schmuck again on his ice slide. He nodded only once as an indication that he caught Ms. Marvel’s orders and nearly wanted to cringe at the idea of even thinking about killing this guy. That would totally work out just fine… not.

“Dude, you need to chill the hell out,” he called before sending a beam of ice at their attacker. It wasn’t his strongest blast of cold but it would, hopefully, slow him down.

[hyperion]

Pain. The first word that shot to mind as the feral mutant sliced down his back and left a series of bloody wounds. Bloody wounds? How long had it been since he was cut? How long had it been since he’d seen his own blood? An unfamiliar feeling welled up hi his chest. Fear? No. It wasn’t the cold fingers of fear trailing up his spine, but rather the boiling fires of anger that threatened to overtake him. Cutting him? Him? Who did they think he was? His breath came quick and hard, his jaw clenching and unclenching at this insult.

With a roar he spun to face the one responsible, striking out with a vicious backhand. Whoever the wild looking one was, he’d just moved several spaces up Hyperion’s list of priorities. He moved to make another follow up retaliation, stopping only as the golden skinned one jetted into view once more, and forcing him to prepare a counter attack for him rather than continue his vengeance.

He wasn’t prepared for the sudden flash of blue that distracted him from his target however, nor the icy blast that spread across his back that tried to chill the blood in his veins. Hyperion had withstood the low temperatures of space with little affect, but in light of his wounds the chill seemed to seep through him like never before. As he swiped at the blue furry being he could already he could feel his reaction time slipping.

It seemed he couldn’t spare much time on his revenge if he was to succeed this day, these mutants all seemed to possess an ability that would bring him to ruin if he didn’t treat them with caution. Of course this realisation did little to temper his growing ire, infact it only fuelled the flames to new heights. Whoever they were they would curse the day they met Hyperion, he would see to that if it was the last thing he did.

[Adam Warlock]

This guy had to be taken down! And right now, Adam had to wonder, would it be ranged DPS or tanking that would be the best aid to the team in taking this monster down. Deciding it was the tanking, Adam ran in, taking the chance to come from behind, wrapping his right fist in cosmic energy and swinging as hard as he could for the back of the man's head.

He seemed to be a tough cookie to say the least, it was bit of a buzz kill that Adam had found someone so tough he could punch him as hard as he could muster and be positive he wasn't even going to knock him out, but....it was always that way, even in his RPG's, this guy was nothing but a boss level character.