A little dance (Monet/Open)

[Wolverine]

Wolverine, while his eyes were able to track her movements, hell on a better day he might have dodged it, but today she got him, and once she did it was like trying to wrestle out of a brick wall. It was two sensations of pain, two shocks to the body that earned what could perhaps be described as half a roar and half a scream, it bounced around the room long after he had stopped.

His chest heaved for a moment as he took large breaths, blood was moving around in his body, healing factor was kicking in but unless those bones were lined up, he wasn't using that arm for a little while to say the least. "I'm not just good..." he panted it out, still processing over what had just happened to his arm, over a little brawl. "I'm the best at what I do!" he roared as his remaining good arm shot up, his bone claws aiming straight for her armpit on the same side, it was one of the area's with the softest skin, his best chance of stabbing in properly, and if that worked, his claws long enough to go straight up towards her neck, he had no intention of stabbing her throat, but three claws getting someone in that direction, would bleed bad and make moving that entire area of the body next to impossible. "....and what I do isn't very nice."

[victorvondamme]

Von Damme had been enjoying the show, but it would appear he would enjoy little more, Monet was unable to contain herself and inflicted quite the injury on Wolverine, who appeared to be dealing with it rather well and trying to inflict his own little injury on her. "Time for this to end." he announced as he sprang to his feet, leaping from the seating towards the fighting ring, surrounded in the resistant glass like material.

Faster then one would expect such an encumbered looking individual to move Victor brought himself to the entrance, an armoured hand wrenching open the entrance door. "Are you trying to kill each other you fools!?" roared the Latverian as open palms were pointed towards the fighting students. There was a glow for a moment, then what one might mistake for green electricity exploded from each one, the energy from his left hand targeting Logan, enough to knock out an Elephant, his right gauntlet charged to a much higher degree, knowing pacifying Monet would be more difficult.

[psylocke]

Betsy was hot on Victor's heels heading for the door as well, she stopped just before the door to let Victor do whatever it was he had planned on doing to stop them or try to. She knew it would take a lot to bring Monet down and at the speed she was moving at there was a high chance he would miss her and she just might attack him. With that thought she sent a psionic blast to render her unconscious so things wouldn't get worst. "I suggest we enroll Monet into an anger management program soon. It wont do if she kills the other students over such things as her looks." she said as she slipped passed Victor and into the area.

[monet]

This hairy man had the audacity to actually cut her face, it was a penalty that needed to be punished with a beat down, and if anyone could handle one from her in the school, It'd be Logan. As Logan's his claws shot upwards to cut into her armpit, Monet's hand clenched around the canadian mutant's through, preparing to snap his neck. Then...all went blank. A force blast struck Monet in the head and her vision went black and her body suddenly fell backwards to the ground.