Piotr was thrown against the tunnel wall by the big man named Sunder.
"Having fun playing Thud yet?" he asked, almost childlike.
"Nyet."
I was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for Wolverine's signal. A man with yellow skin and a scraggly goatee popped up next to me. Mind you, he was Asian, but this wasn't Asian yellow. More like a yellow-green.
"Who are you? Chameleon man?" I asked him.
His lip curled up into a snarl, but restrained himself. He brought out some sort of spray-can, and I knocked it out of his hands with my Bo staff. He got into a boxing position.
"The name's Facade."
He had a good right hook. Rung my bell a bit, but not enough. I tripped him with my staff and thwapped him across the face to knock him out.
I pulled back the sleeves of my trench coat. Strapped to each wrist was some sort of machine that Hank invented. It had a deck of playing cards in each machine. One card was sticking out, and every time you pulled a card out, it replaced, like a box of Kleenex. Ingenious, really. He even raided the New Recruit's rooms, looking for cards from those "trading card games" that everybody's into.
He got a shit load from Jamie's room. He wasn't there to protest, non? Besides, his parents let us look through his stuff if we wanted something. I took a majority of his cards. Hank got the rest. Damn, I'm sidetracking again.
From each machine, I pulled three cards. I lit them all up, and Wolverine finally sent the signal.
"Hey Sunder! Wanna see a card trick?" I shouted. It took him by surprise.
The six cards slammed into his body, exploding on impact. This gave Colossus enough time to react, regaining the upper hand. I returned to the shadows, waiting for my turn again, hoping that the other Morlocks thought that one of the other X-Men threw the cards.
Archangel was knocked out, and Callisto threatened to kill him if the X-Men didn't surrender. They nodded and some Morlocks tied them each to a pole.
"Hey, we got some cable here that even Big Sunder couldn't even break. Should be strong enough for that big fella," one Morlock yelled out.
What they didn't know was that Colossus was pulling his punches, so as not to hurt the Morlocks.
"Release me, Callisto, and get Evan out here!" Storm shouted.
"I shall only release you to fight to the death. For leadership."
"Fine!"
"Shit!" I said under my breath.
"I can see in the dark, Gambit! That and Caliban senses you! you might as well come out of hiding!" Callisto called out to me.
I stepped into the dim light. Two Morlocks tied me to a pole, and I put up no struggle, knowing how easy it would be for me to get free, but I decided I'd rile them up a bit.
"You know, this is kinda sexy..."
"Shut up, Gambit!" Kurt said.
"Fine, fine, fine."
The ropes glowed for a second and disintegrated. Callisto stared in shock, but then shrugged and pulled out a knife.
"Gambit?" Storm asked.
I looked at her.
"Are you kidding me? I've got twenty different types of knives. Take your pick," I said, opening up my coat to reveal hundreds of items that one might need.
"Jesus, kid, what are you? The Hustler?" Wolverine asked from his pole.
"If only," I said, referring to the magazine.
Storm picked out a butterfly knife with an eight-inch blade. She cracked it open with more expertise than I'd seen in most members of the Assassins Guild.
"Let's do this, Callisto."
"Having fun playing Thud yet?" he asked, almost childlike.
"Nyet."
I was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for Wolverine's signal. A man with yellow skin and a scraggly goatee popped up next to me. Mind you, he was Asian, but this wasn't Asian yellow. More like a yellow-green.
"Who are you? Chameleon man?" I asked him.
His lip curled up into a snarl, but restrained himself. He brought out some sort of spray-can, and I knocked it out of his hands with my Bo staff. He got into a boxing position.
"The name's Facade."
He had a good right hook. Rung my bell a bit, but not enough. I tripped him with my staff and thwapped him across the face to knock him out.
I pulled back the sleeves of my trench coat. Strapped to each wrist was some sort of machine that Hank invented. It had a deck of playing cards in each machine. One card was sticking out, and every time you pulled a card out, it replaced, like a box of Kleenex. Ingenious, really. He even raided the New Recruit's rooms, looking for cards from those "trading card games" that everybody's into.
He got a shit load from Jamie's room. He wasn't there to protest, non? Besides, his parents let us look through his stuff if we wanted something. I took a majority of his cards. Hank got the rest. Damn, I'm sidetracking again.
From each machine, I pulled three cards. I lit them all up, and Wolverine finally sent the signal.
"Hey Sunder! Wanna see a card trick?" I shouted. It took him by surprise.
The six cards slammed into his body, exploding on impact. This gave Colossus enough time to react, regaining the upper hand. I returned to the shadows, waiting for my turn again, hoping that the other Morlocks thought that one of the other X-Men threw the cards.
Archangel was knocked out, and Callisto threatened to kill him if the X-Men didn't surrender. They nodded and some Morlocks tied them each to a pole.
"Hey, we got some cable here that even Big Sunder couldn't even break. Should be strong enough for that big fella," one Morlock yelled out.
What they didn't know was that Colossus was pulling his punches, so as not to hurt the Morlocks.
"Release me, Callisto, and get Evan out here!" Storm shouted.
"I shall only release you to fight to the death. For leadership."
"Fine!"
"Shit!" I said under my breath.
"I can see in the dark, Gambit! That and Caliban senses you! you might as well come out of hiding!" Callisto called out to me.
I stepped into the dim light. Two Morlocks tied me to a pole, and I put up no struggle, knowing how easy it would be for me to get free, but I decided I'd rile them up a bit.
"You know, this is kinda sexy..."
"Shut up, Gambit!" Kurt said.
"Fine, fine, fine."
The ropes glowed for a second and disintegrated. Callisto stared in shock, but then shrugged and pulled out a knife.
"Gambit?" Storm asked.
I looked at her.
"Are you kidding me? I've got twenty different types of knives. Take your pick," I said, opening up my coat to reveal hundreds of items that one might need.
"Jesus, kid, what are you? The Hustler?" Wolverine asked from his pole.
"If only," I said, referring to the magazine.
Storm picked out a butterfly knife with an eight-inch blade. She cracked it open with more expertise than I'd seen in most members of the Assassins Guild.
"Let's do this, Callisto."