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The battle lines had been drawn. The 2 armies were hidden behind their protective walls. One side was throwing their ammunition, as fast as they could. The other side were only firing every so often. As they were deep in discussion.
"So that sorted?" Bobby asked, keeping his head ducked under his ice barrier.
"Yeah!" the rest agreed
"Right! Clone, you stay here. Got enough ammo?" Rac asked
"Yes!" Jamie said, patting his selection of snowballs.
"Then, let's move out!" Bobby ordered.
They stood up, except for Jamie and his numerous clones, and started walking in plain view of everyone. However they weren't hit by a snowball, or even aimed at.
Soon they arrived at their destination, a small patch of snow. Bobby cleared a small area, and then grabbed Henry, as did Rac. They vanished quickly.
Jamie had a production line going. Each firing Jamie, had 2 other Jamies making more snow balls. There were about 21 Jamies in total, all working in perfect harmony.
The rest of the New Recruits were constantly firing their snowballs, at their target. Desperately trying to keep up to speed with their enemy, but it seemed an impossible task.
"How many?"
"I don't know."
"7 are throwing."
"Bobby's probably making snowballs."
"So we've got Rac, Henry, Bobby and 5 Jamies."
"Guess so."
"WRONG!" a chorus of voices yelled, as they were pelted with snowballs, from behind.
Rac, Henry and Bobby were standing on an ice-flow, which ran from the fountain, up above their targets. Bobby was making snowballs, as quickly as Rac and Henry were throwing them, and that was pretty fast, as Rac had slowed down time.
The Jamies moved forward, constantly throwing snowballs.
"STOP!" a voice yelled. All attention was switched to the doorway, where Scott stood, on the second step.
Scott cringed as all the New Recruits pelted him with snowballs. He tried to remove his glasses, to send a warning shot, but the snowballs, he realized, might jog his aim. He had no choice but to accept the blows.
He was rescued, at last, by Hank and Logan, who by simply standing in the doorway froze all the New Recruits.
"Inside! Now!" Logan barked
"In the briefing room." Hank informed them. The New Recruits immediately grabbed Henry, and they vanished, in a flurry of blue sparks.
"Let's get you in, Cyke!" Logan said, helping Scott up.
"Go get changed. You're soaked." Hank said, brushing off the worst of the snow.
Down in the briefing room, the New Recruits were watching TV under the watchful eye of the professor, and the X-men.
"The end of the world is nigh! Humans will die! Mutants will rule! Surrender puny humans! Or die! The Apocalyptical riders are ready to ride! Only the Lord can stop them! Or so the prophecy says!" the figure on the screen said. He had white hair, with a few black streaks. Although his face looked young, his hair seemed to say otherwise. His face was unblemished, and lightly tanned. Had he not had his silver hair, he would have been considered a teenager.
"Mutants rise! Join me! Or die! I will ask each of you, in turn, to join me! You shall not defend the weak! Survival of the fittest!"
The professor turned to the assembled mutants, as Scott walked through the door, fully changed, his hair wet.
"This was broadcast, on all channels, a few minutes ago. X-men gear up. We're going to stop him. New Recruits, you stay here." Groans greeted the professor's orders "I'm not risking you. You're not to step outside the mansion, whatever happens. People might just realize what we are."
"But." Rac started,
"No, buts. Go watch a video!" The New Recruits walked sulkily out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
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HELLO? I am I all alone?
No one's reviewed!
I like reviews.
So why haven't I got any?
RAe
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The battle lines had been drawn. The 2 armies were hidden behind their protective walls. One side was throwing their ammunition, as fast as they could. The other side were only firing every so often. As they were deep in discussion.
"So that sorted?" Bobby asked, keeping his head ducked under his ice barrier.
"Yeah!" the rest agreed
"Right! Clone, you stay here. Got enough ammo?" Rac asked
"Yes!" Jamie said, patting his selection of snowballs.
"Then, let's move out!" Bobby ordered.
They stood up, except for Jamie and his numerous clones, and started walking in plain view of everyone. However they weren't hit by a snowball, or even aimed at.
Soon they arrived at their destination, a small patch of snow. Bobby cleared a small area, and then grabbed Henry, as did Rac. They vanished quickly.
Jamie had a production line going. Each firing Jamie, had 2 other Jamies making more snow balls. There were about 21 Jamies in total, all working in perfect harmony.
The rest of the New Recruits were constantly firing their snowballs, at their target. Desperately trying to keep up to speed with their enemy, but it seemed an impossible task.
"How many?"
"I don't know."
"7 are throwing."
"Bobby's probably making snowballs."
"So we've got Rac, Henry, Bobby and 5 Jamies."
"Guess so."
"WRONG!" a chorus of voices yelled, as they were pelted with snowballs, from behind.
Rac, Henry and Bobby were standing on an ice-flow, which ran from the fountain, up above their targets. Bobby was making snowballs, as quickly as Rac and Henry were throwing them, and that was pretty fast, as Rac had slowed down time.
The Jamies moved forward, constantly throwing snowballs.
"STOP!" a voice yelled. All attention was switched to the doorway, where Scott stood, on the second step.
Scott cringed as all the New Recruits pelted him with snowballs. He tried to remove his glasses, to send a warning shot, but the snowballs, he realized, might jog his aim. He had no choice but to accept the blows.
He was rescued, at last, by Hank and Logan, who by simply standing in the doorway froze all the New Recruits.
"Inside! Now!" Logan barked
"In the briefing room." Hank informed them. The New Recruits immediately grabbed Henry, and they vanished, in a flurry of blue sparks.
"Let's get you in, Cyke!" Logan said, helping Scott up.
"Go get changed. You're soaked." Hank said, brushing off the worst of the snow.
Down in the briefing room, the New Recruits were watching TV under the watchful eye of the professor, and the X-men.
"The end of the world is nigh! Humans will die! Mutants will rule! Surrender puny humans! Or die! The Apocalyptical riders are ready to ride! Only the Lord can stop them! Or so the prophecy says!" the figure on the screen said. He had white hair, with a few black streaks. Although his face looked young, his hair seemed to say otherwise. His face was unblemished, and lightly tanned. Had he not had his silver hair, he would have been considered a teenager.
"Mutants rise! Join me! Or die! I will ask each of you, in turn, to join me! You shall not defend the weak! Survival of the fittest!"
The professor turned to the assembled mutants, as Scott walked through the door, fully changed, his hair wet.
"This was broadcast, on all channels, a few minutes ago. X-men gear up. We're going to stop him. New Recruits, you stay here." Groans greeted the professor's orders "I'm not risking you. You're not to step outside the mansion, whatever happens. People might just realize what we are."
"But." Rac started,
"No, buts. Go watch a video!" The New Recruits walked sulkily out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
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HELLO? I am I all alone?
No one's reviewed!
I like reviews.
So why haven't I got any?
RAe