Characters: Open to All
Date&Time: August 15th, all day long baby.
Setting: The Battlefield
Summary: WAR, BITCHES, WAR
Rating: Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll... oh, AND WAR!!!!!!!! <3
Status: OPEN
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{Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Mutant dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest X-Men!} )
The moment passed, and Sam nodded down to who should have been his superior. Only the luck of timing placed himself here before Logan, and he knew experience when he saw it.
"I anticipate taking on Lensherr myself. Just so long as I keep moving, he shouldn't have a chance to do enough damage to anything but hisself and his own. But that is a good point." He spoke louder at that, raising his voice enough for the others to hear. "They tend to run along the lines of metalic elementals. If you've got buckles or knives on your person, dispose of them beforehand, otherwise you're nothing more than another of his weapons, even a spare zipper could take you and your unit out."
That would pose a bit of a problem for his sisters, who all tended to carry some form of assistance in killing, considering their abilities off hand.
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