The scent of blood and sweat was strong as Olivier LeBeaux trained to fight to the death. Such was the world he lived in. He tried to dodge as the women clothed in blood red rags stabbed him but per usual he failed.
"Get Up, Boy..." She spat. "How will you ever survive without your healing factor...?"
"Dat depends, Miz Natchios" Olivier said with a cold smirk. "But 't looks like I win dis bout."
Elektra Natchios scoffed as Olivier looked down at the irridescent crystal inpaled in her lung. With a scowl she followed his gaze and blanched and then she smirked.
"Ah. I see. Well played, Boy. I will see Elixir. Tell your dad you are almost ready."
Olivier LeBeaux nodded. " 'f he gets overprotective again, you and de others'll let him know?"
Elektra rolled her eyes. "Of Course. But your mother is the overprotective one. Your father knows you can handle your own As Heir to The Morlocks you must."
Olivier sighed in exhasperation. "I hope I get to go on dis last mission. It could make or break how people see me for de rest o' my life."
Elektra chuckled. "More than that. It very well could break reality."
"Dat it could, tuteur..." Olivier said softly. "But dis is my last chance."
Elektra smirked and stared at him a moment. "Quit being so broody. Don't you have sonewhere to be...?"
Olivier facepalmed himself. He had nearly forgotten his date. Training had been taking up much of his time. "Oui! Merci, Madame! Laura is gonna be so pissed..."
He carefully gave his adoptive aunt a hug and went to see his girlfriend.