We surprised them and that gave us the advantage, we came at them from both sides, which also gave them an advantage, we have mutant powers, they don't which give us an adavnatge.

But there are so many of them, and that give them an advantage.

The fight's been raging for about ten minutes now, all of us fighting in little groups, Jean keeps u all linked by telepathy, staying out of the main path of fire, she directs us all and alerts us to danger. Scott stands as near to her as he can be and not put her in danger, stay in the fight, he waits for them to run forward to attack him, then he blasts them, his visor having more range than they're guns.

He's beginning to get tired.

Rogue and Remy are in the middle of the fight, rogue gained invulnerability and super strength from one of our enemies, permanently, although that wasn't meant to happen. The professor helped her deal with it, and now she considers it as an advantage. Remy charges card, throwing them and his enemies, faces, or at the trees, causing them to topple on to them, but only when he's sure it won't hurt any of his team mates, rouge flies up in the air,another one of her new powers, dropping one of the soldiers onto his team mates and generally causing chaos in their little group.

Wolverine charges in, under the influences of a full bezerker rage, but I don't worry about him, his healing factor takes care of everything they throw at him, and then some as he batters them mercilessly.

They deserve it.

That sounds cold-hearted I know, not like me at all, but it true they do, for what they did to him to her, to countless other mutants we know nothing of, they created a monster like Sabretooth, and some of them beg for forgiveness before me when I use a lightning bolt to strike them down. They dare to ask for forgiveness? It makes me sick, I fell regret for the ones I actually have to kill not knock out, but every time I look over at wolverine, or wonder how Bobby and Ebony are faring wherever they are in the woods, it just strengthens my resolve.

I'm leading a small group of the soldiers away from the group now, they try and hunt me, now that they know we're here we'll make a fine prize, but only if they survive long enough to catch us.

Over on the main battlefield, wolverine lets out a roar of rage as they fire one of their larger weapons at him, I look over temporarily distracted, and feel a spot of pain blossom in the middle of my backl

"UGH" I cry, falling to the ground hard, dazed and unable to lift myself, 5 mien stand grinning at me.
"Get one of the negator collars," commands one of the men "And you, you little mutie biutch don't move a muscle"
"Wait a minute!" One of the men cries, he looks slightly out of place, he's not wearing their uniform, just thick khaki coloured pants and a heavy leather jacket, his long black hair scraped back in a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck, his features suggesting a north America Indian heritage. Where he not the enemy, he'd be handsome
"What can't I do forge" the leader of the group challenges.

"She's a civilian, you can't just clap her in chains and force her to fight for you!" he exclaims, wait a minute isn't that the whole point of weapon x, what's going on here? Doesn't he know who he's working for?
"Why not that's how we get all our recruits"
"But you said that the operation was just to recapture a deserter, you said the girl joined of her own free will, but went mad and ran off on the last mission, you said she was a dangerous and seasoned army member, with years of experience!"
"Well they all seem pretty experienced to me, who cares anyway, they're just a bunch of muties"
"But..:" the man protest
"Listen forge, your inventions have been very useful those far, but if you get in our way, you will be disposed off, comprendo"

I decide to intervene, I've kept quiet throughout the whole talk, but if the man has been lied to he may be swayed to our side, he looks none to comfortable with the thiught of muties perhaps

*He is one 'ro he has Invention powers, tell him about Ebony, Get him to help you, try that, we can't get anyone over right now but if you at least stall them I'll try and get Logan, it may not be necessary though, he looks like he's starting to doubt… if you can get him to distract them…* Jean's thoughts take shape in my mind.

(Understood jean) I respond mentally

"She's just 18" I cough, making the men look at me
"Shut up bitch" the Captain responds, turning back to galre at the other man, who turns to me
"What?" He asks, his eyes burning
"The girl, the girl they want back, she's just 15 they picked her off the streets, and she spent r years living in a stinking cell, that's not right… even if she is a 'mutie'"
"I SAID SHUT UP BITCH!" the captain glares, pointing his gun at me, only to be punched to the floor by the guy with the poiytail…forge.

"It's not polite to yell at a lady" He says, glaring at the man at his feet, oblivious of the three other men with guns pointed at his back or just very brave. "And it is certainly not acceptable, to pick whatever young child you feel like taking off the street and away from their families and homes to turn them into killing machines" He doesn't raise his voice but you can tell he's angry, his eye burn with rage even as he talks slowly softly, politely "you make me sick!" he finishes with a growl, hand balled into fist, tensed and ready to spring into action
"I wouldn't have done that if I were you," the captain sneers, raising a hand for his men to fire, at this range there's no way they can miss…

BOOM,

A strike of lightning goes off, three men lie dead on the floor, and the captain faints clean away, the man… I mean forge, gives him a contemptuous kick, then turns to me, staring. For a moment neither of us say anything, there is nothing to say: you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. why did you do that for me? I know what you are. All of those are things that do not need to be said with words, they are said with a simple glance between us.

Finally I speak "Well are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to help me up?" I ask.
"well it's a nice view" He wisecracks with a smile, even as I feel heat rising to my cheeks (DAMNIT I WILL NOT BLUCH I will NOT BY THE GODESS I WILL NoT!) I think to myself with a scowl, "But I think that we'd better not stay still for too long" he finishes, offering a hand, I take it to pull myself up, but cry out a soon as my left foot touches the ground.

"What's the matter" He asks with concern,
"My ankle, my left one…" I whisper softly, "I think I must have sprained it when I fell"
"Do you want me to leave you here and come back, or do you want me to take you further away from the battle" He asks, dropping down beside me, concern filling his tender hazelnut eyes as he looks at me.
"I don't know let me think" I say softly
(Jean) I think trying to catch my friends attention
*Yes 'ro… your all right that's great! What do you need?*
(Can I trust him to take me back to the Jet? I've hurt my ankle)
*Yes, yes you can, Bobby and Ebony are heading there as well, they're almost their already, they'll probably be there when you get there*
(Thanks jean)

I turn to the man; he is rather handsome and he's still looking at me intently (Don't blush, don't you dare blush) I tell myself firmly
"We came here, in a Jet, " I tell him softly "If you can help me hobble back to it, I can rest there."
He nods gently, hooking an arm under mine, lifting me to my feet and supporting me as I balance on one foot.

This is definitely not what is expected of a goddess, but then expectations are silly things anyway.