[center][sup][@Sep]||Ivy & Colossus[/sup][img]http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111118828/4027852-poison+ivy+banner.jpg[/img][/center]
[right]Chicago[/right]
Ivy barely spared the man who was chucked into her vines. They happily latched on and immobilized them as she stared down the would be shooter. The woman's eyes were already glazing over. However it didn't seem to make any difference to the woman who continued to spout zealous rhetoric. Mutants are evil. Blah blah blah. Her anger was beginning to spill over making it hard to rationalize not killing the woman out right. In fact killing them all was highly appealing at this point. 

Then there was a explosion that distracted Ivy. She jerked and turned slightly towards the sound. Her moment of inattention allowed the other woman to lunge at her. Ivy grunted as she was hit from the side. The cultist reached for the gun and Ivy did the one thing she could think of. She tossed it away from her. Ivy was by no means a good fighter when she didn't have the upper hand. Nor did she have training with firearms. If she retained it chances were that it would be used against her.

[quote=Colossus][color=00746b][b]"I think I have found them Comrade!"[/b][/color][/quote]
Ivy heard the mutant from earlier shout at her. She only didn't reply [i]a little help?[/i] because of the punch to the mouth. The two women rolled on the ground each struggling for the upper hand. But Ivy was tiring quickly. Her shoulder was beginning to throb. Her wound barely healed. Her limbs felt like lead as the cultist straddled her. Even anger wasn't enough to fuel her anymore after two days of no sleep. 

So Ivy did the only thing she could as the woman wrapped her hands around Ivy's neck. She focuses on her pheromones. For a long minute nothing happened and Ivy knew she was going to die. She just wasn't strong enough. Then, as black encroached on her vision the woman's hands loosened. Ivy watched the woman's eyes roll back into her head, her body jerk and foam at the mouth. 

Ivy shoved the woman off after two tries. She half propped herself up and took in great, gasping breaths. When her limbs finally stopped shaking she gingerly climbed to her feet. There she swayed but remained upright. She eyed the gun then the stairs. Then she eyed her plants. She had no more strength save for her desire to save Sarah. If she pulled from her vines, it would release the other cultists. Mind made up Ivy staggered over to the strange gun. She carefully picked it up and made her way up the stairs. 

As she climbed she heard voices. One she recognized the other she did not. Ivy was too tired to pick out the words they were saying. Right before she rounded the corner she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, hefted the gun. The sight she was greeted with was enough to keep her planted and vertical. Sarah had tears running down her cheeks. The gun held to her head was obviously the only thing keeping her in place upon seeing Ivy. 

"[color=1a7b30]Drop it or I drop you.[/color]" Ivy said in a low growl. It wasn't intentional but her abused throat wasn't capable of sounding smooth anymore.