First, thank you to Cheshirecat9116 for her continued support and inspiration and great reviews. Also, thank you to Belledaynight for the reviews and for improving my narration skills. Greer and Weapon 22 (promise you wont have to call him that much longer) are finally meeting, if not at the best time. Please leave reviews and suggestions. Enjoy!
She is failing. Weapon 22 surveyed the fray-taking place below him with a cold calculus. If she retains her current strategy, if you can even call it that, she will be overwhelmed. Simply hindering a multiplier mutant does not negate his strengths. How can she not see? Why does she refuse to use her Predator sense? He surveyed Greer slice into Multiple after Multiple, but never actually killing him and seemingly avoiding the numerous strikes that would kill. While her strikes would slow her attackers, more attackers simply took their places.
She doesn't have long. She refuses to kill and is either incapable or refuses to use her full faculties. What use could the Admiral possibly have for her? She is weak or worse, defective. I doubt he would need two defective weapons…
Weapon 22 slowly made his way through the canopy, keeping to the shadows and noting the progress of the fight and Greer's struggles in keeping up with an enemy that seemed without end and able to match her speed. And yet, Weapon 22 could not help but admire her tenacity and strength. The way her body lunged and coiled and the precision of her strikes was admirable. But grit has limits and strength eventually fades. While dozens of mutants littered the jungle floor moaning in pain, dozens more had finally cornered Greer at the end of the warehouse (or to Greer's eyes a cliff).
"Weapon 22, you are ordered to Engage." The unmistakable bark of the Admiral was directly in his ear. Odd for the Admirable to sit in on a training exercise. Whoever this is, she has his attention. Not an enviable position. Standing on a strong branch, Weapon 22 marked the closest Multiple and proceeded to jump in the air – followed by the welcome crunch of the now dead Mutant cushioning his fall.
"JAMIE! Stop! Please…" Greer had spent what felt like hours attempting to handicap Jamie but no matter how many knees she broke or hamstrings she severed, a healthy Jamie simply created three more to replace the injured. It's a war of attrition and I cant win. Greer felt she was more open and healing wounds than fur at this point. Finally spent, Greer found herself backed against a high cliff with no more room to maneuver. She could try leaping back to the cover of the jungle but at this point Jamie simply had too many Multiples between herself and the tree line. Not to mention his seemingly out of nowhere increased speed. This is it. No one will even know what happened. Logan – who is going to save Logan? Rising to her feet, Greer prepared to fight until she had nothing left.
She could almost hear Logan's growl in her ear, "Cmon Tigger. That all you got?"
Smirking, Greer raised her eyes and took in the haggard faces of the Mutant she once called friend, "Jamie, I don't know if you can understand me. Know I am sorry, but this isn't ending today." Resuming her defensive stance, Greer prepared to battle till the end.
Sensing the end, a few Multiple's raised their knives and let out a crazed battle cry, using their increased speed in an attempt to rush Greer and overwhelm her. Just as the first group were about to reach Greer, they suddenly turned as a loud THUD shook the ground. Greer could see a look of complete terror covering their faces as they let out an inhuman cry of fear and began scrambling, creating a wide circle around Greer. And Greer saw why. The other two Multiples that had led the attack were now unrecognizable masses on the ground, bone and blood splattered everywhere, and standing in the mess was the last person Greer expected.
As Weapon 22 slowly raised from the ground, the masses formerly known as Multiple resting beneath his claws, he locked eyes on Greer and seemed particularly interested in maintaining eye contact, seemingly seeing something of intense interest there.
Wonderful, as if an army of Jamie's wasnt enough. Now I get a rematch with this asshole. Greer prepared herself for an attack but he seemed content to simply just stand there ignoring the obvious dangers around them and not making a move towards Greer.
"You just gonna stand there or - " Greer attempted to use a high kick to counter his lunge but his sudden move caught her by surprise and he pinned her to the cliff face. Greer barely had time to recover before she swore her head was splitting open. Not inches from her face, Weapon 22 let loose a roar that would have brought Greer to her knees had he not had her pinned to the wall. Finally free of his grip, Greer bent to one knee, attempting to clear her head and regain some hearing in her sensitive ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?" Greer roared. But as Greer looked up she saw he was already gone. The only way she could tell where her newest attacker had gone was from the trail of dead Jamie's leading into the horde.
"Cause that wasnt random." Rising to her feet, Greer was about to run back to the bush when five Multiple's broke from the pack engaged with attempting to kill Weapon 22 and circled her.
"Kill the weapon. Not going to die. Kill the weapon. Not today. Not going to die. Kill." The Jamie's were all muttering, almost yelling, in some manic state of rage.
Still outmaneuvered with the cliff wall behind her and recovering from the hours of fighting, Greer wasnt sure how long she could avoid the onslaught of attacks. But now, something was different. Instead of tiring, she seemed to be getting stronger. Her reactions faster. Her ferocity growing. Slowly, a red haze began to filter her vision. At first she thought that she had gotten a cut above her eyes. But Greer soon recognized the red haze quickly filling her vision. No! How is this possible? The Professor's sessions should have stopped this. As a Multiple made a wild lunge with his knife, Greer reached out and grabbed effortlessly grabbed the neck of the Multiple. She could see every artery. Every vein. Her eyes now unrecognizable; almost glowing with red. With sudden roar, Greer dropped the now bleeding neck of the Jamie in her hand. Each of her next movements dropped the remaining Multiples. Leaping over the now still bodies, Tigra joined the fray in a haze of claws and red.
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