IN the East Wing, students were running frantically down the hall to get away from the beast. Logan and Jean stepped off of the elevator to see Kara leading the children away. "He's too strong. I can't do anything when he's this strong. Jean, do something." The blond woman carried a young girl who looked to be no older than eleven in her arms. She was scared and crying. Jean turned to Logan.
"Logan, try to weaken him, but don't hurt him." His eyes went wide in shock at the sight of the beast before him.
"I don't think that'll be a problem." Logan charged and the two began to tackle each other while Jean and Kara got all of the children to safety. When they were satisfied that all the children had been cleared, the two women stood in front of the two males fighting.
"Can you get him from here?" Jean asked.
"Not without hitting Logan." Kara answered. Jean nodded her head and held up her right hand, using her telepathy to freeze the two in mid-tackle. She used her other hand to separate Logan from the beast which Kara a clear enough shot. She got a little closer to make sure her aim was right on and shot, what looked to me, a very thin beam of electricity into the beast's head. Jean let both fall to the floor, not realizing how quickly they'd fall. Logan staggered to his feet, Jean blushing slightly from letting him fall so hard.
"Sorry." She apologized, lifting up the big hairy beast, that had destroyed most of the East Wing, with her telepathy.
"Isn't this why we gave him all of the South Wing? No one ever goes down that way!" Kara exclaimed, following Jean and the floating beast, seeing that his eyes were beginning to open. "Easy, Hank. It's going to be okay." She said, smoothing the hair on his giant arm. Logan looked at her with a surprised look. Had she just called that thing Hank?