Help is on the way!

[hail_hydra]

The Avengers have just shown up in New Mexico!

At least some of them. Enough of them to really make a difference in this battle.

The Dreadnoughts fall back and start to regroup, as the last three Sentinels start to advance once more.

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[in_jubilation]

She resists doing a happy dance when she sees the Avengers take the field. "Sweet..." she smiles.

Bouncer, how are you doing? Can you get to Warren and Jean? Let me know, thanks.

She still protects the flanks of her allies with canon fire.

[in_jubilation]

And Paige wants to stay with Warren, please

[marvelousgirl]

And Jean is staying with Warren as well.

What more can she do right now?

[_steelmagnolia_]

As the Dreadnoughts fall back, Rogue lets herself pause for a few moments. The Southern Belle looks like she's been through hell. She's been scorched, frozen, electrocuted, shot and cut. There are many destroyed Dreadnoughts in the area around her but it seemed that for every one she destroyed three took its place.

She takes the moments given to her to recover.

Until she hears the Sentinels approaching. She can feel the footsteps through the ground if she concentrates on it in the slightest. Lifting her head, she looks at the giant purple robots in silence.

Standing straight, she pulls in a breath and then takes to the air, rising five, ten, forty feet into the air, before she streaks toward the grouping of three. She doesn't know if she can get supersonic before she hits her target but she knows that she needs to take one of these things down - fast. The battle is taking a severe toll on her and the others who have been fighting it.

[marvel_citizens]

KA-POOWWWW!

Rogue fires like a bazooka shot through the torso of the first Sentinel she hits, the sheer force of the blow wrenching it backwards until it falls onto one of the hangars in a fiery impact, keeping more of the jets grounded.

The other two respond with rapid fire energy bursts, and one spewing out a tractor beam.

[ms_tique]

Mystique leans against the hangar doors, watching the melee outside. She offers Toad a cigarette.

"It'd be easiest if we wait for the Cultists to clean up the Sentinels and Dreadnoughts, then enter the building fresh."

[marvel_minions]

"I hate you." Toad lights the cigarette. The end of his tongue flickers back and forth over a gun safety catch.

[ms_tique]

"See what I get for being practical?" Mystique takes a long drag off her cigarette. "Go play. If you need Dominic for backup, he'll be following the nearest woman with a decent ass."

[marvel_minions]

"Where'll you be?"

Shrapnel grenades, EMP grenades, wood and plastic needler, just in case...

[marvel_minions]

Blob, vomit on his sweat-soaked jumpsuit from Puff Adder's gasses, moves in front of one of the Sentinels, raising his arms in challenge.

"Nothing can move the Blob!"

Against non-robotic opponents, his odor alone might be enough to defeat them.

[hail_hydra]

The Dreadnoughts still try. Bullet spikes firing relentlessly from their fists at the man-mountain while the Sentinels are suddenly preoccupied with Rogue.

[marvel_minions]

The Blob chuckles. "It tickles..."

And he leans over and falls onto the closest group of Dreadnoughts.

[hail_hydra]

They're big, but they're not big enough not to crunch under that massive weight. The acreage of flesh muffles the explosions.

[onlyforkilling]

MODOK is angry.

He's scurried away from the intruders, sealing himself into his fallback point, a secret position within the lower levels, and he's quickly reattached himself to his backup set of amplifiers for his telepathic power.

The monitors show the situation to be grim, with those blasted AVENGERS now on the scene - why aren't they busy cleaning up the rubble of their precious mansion?!

But MODOK is a man of Advanced Ideas.

He opens up a channel.

"It is activation time. Start the sequence."

[marvel_citizens]

"No. Screw you, you son of a bitch. Do what you will to my mind, you won't force me to ruin my daughter's life!"

[onlyforkilling]

There's a deep sigh. No time for this.

"I figured as much."

A long-range psibolt drops the General to his knees.

"Ms. Waynesboro... or should I say, Ms. MODOK. If you please."

[agentof]

The agent of SHIELD that's been at Thunderbolt Ross' side for months now nods dutifully. Heading over to the console and entering in the code sequence, activating their last line of defense.