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This particular museum wasn't exactly her favorite, as Art preferred art museums, obviously. But history was as important as art. She was silent on the bus ride there, sitting with Freddie and holding his hand as she drowned out chatter with Deadmau5 blaring in her ears. It wasn't until he gave her hand a squeeze that she realized they'd arrived. There weren't that many students, the trip being an optional choice. Out of their nearly one thousand students not even twenty wished to attend. She cut Kitty a side look when the Head Mistress announced they'd be breaking into groups, a light frown on her face. Why? They were hardly enough to fill a small classroom. It seemed silly to her but she complied anyways and dragged her group to the WWII section where she quizzed everyone in her group lazily. She wasn't exactly enthusiastic as she looked over everything. She zoned out, her vision blurry as the thought of war forced to remember again her own past war and the war she waged on herself now. She was soon tore from her thoughts by the shaking and loud boom of an explosion. Her ears were still ringing as she immediately threw herself over a young girl who had separated from her elder sister to listen to Art speak. 

As she stood back up her anger boiled and bubbled at W's words until it was visible. At first when her glow surfaced it was dark red, revealing her scathing anger and frustration. A hard and thin layer of light solidified over her form and provided a body shield for her, eliminating the need for her to flinch against flying rubble or squint to avoid getting the settling dust and debris in her eyes. The child she was shielding had been snatched away by her sister who was afraid, now seeing that she was in the company of mutants. Art managed to keep her cool enough that her glow dimmed, watching as her students made an exit for the civilians while fighting back against the soldiers that had materialized through the walls. Whether they were humans who hated mutants or Uncle Tom mutants, she didn't care. They were going to die. Bullets smashed against the light coating her, not even cracking it as they clattered to the ground in failed attempts on her life. She'd jump into the fray soon enough but she figured that now was as good a time as any, if not the best, to scout X-Men potential in the students. 

Luna was an absolute beast and Art was looking forward to seeing her in the Danger Room. It hadn't been a favored place of hers until she was chosen to lead the new X-Men. As a student, she was hardly there. Her first session had lead to twenty-four of her classmates with various broken bones, third degree burns, and four of them comatose. She wasn't allowed to fight other students after that. She would fight with Logan instead and even then, she was hardly there. After her memory was altered she was never there again. But, not many were. After one's first session they were only ever allowed back again if they had been chosen to train as X-Men. And there weren't many added to the team. Charles always stated that he wanted a team - Not an army. The young mixed Professor intended on honoring his wish by remaining extremely selective with the X-Men recruits. Only they would be taught advanced combat, learning to amplify and apply their powers in ways they'd never imagined. Why? Because she wasn't going to recruit people she didn't trust and she wasn't going to have vigilantes in their midst. Funny though, seeing as the X-Men themselves were vigilantes to the government. 

But...  It was good to see how they coped in a true dangerous setting. River didn't seem to be quite as battle savvy. She knew he was good with firearms. She slipped away, though hardly far, watching as the three worked as a team to save the civilians as well as each other. Luna used her strength to pry open a steel door. Impressive. Alicia seemed more of a support type. But she could well enough hold her own against humans. River having a weapon now showed her his potential and she silently made note of the actions from them all. River, though, she could see would need a hell of a lot of condition training. One wound, not even from a bullet, was starting to slow him down. [I]Weak...[/I], she thought to herself before cringing. The darkness in her was rising. But she wasn't going to force it down this time. It was hardly a good time for any meditation or yoga anyways.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the line of fire and gave a sharp and high pitched whistle to draw attention to her. The humans were gone. It was only her, her students, and the soldiers now. They came for death and they would have it. Letting herself be taken over by the warrior in her, the hidden beast, she began to frown. Her face contorted and an expression of rage took over. Concentrating, she could feel every individual photon of light in the room trying to gravitate towards her, almost as if desiring to mesh with her being. She pushed them away and instead coated her students in light. "Now, we fight." While she would have loved to make each of the soldiers suffer for hurting her students, destroying a museum, putting innocent lives in danger, and simply being fucking idiots, she knew she had to end it quickly. They had to find the others. She walked through the rain of bullets as more soldiers came, counting out thirty-five. "How about we even out the playing field," she sneered as hands of light materialized and began to snatched and toss away the guns of the soldiers. "Guns are for the weak anyways," she scoffed. Gone was the usual kindness, love, and gentleness in her voice. it was replaced by all of the sass, attitude, and scathing hatred and superiority possessed by her alter ego. 

No sooner had his gun been taken away did a soldier run at her and grab her by the shoulders. He was met with the heel of her palm connecting heavily with his nose, effectively breaking it and pushing him away as she delivered three quick blows to his chest with her elbow, pushing him further away and probably cracking a few ribs with the sheer force before lifting her leg high and kicking him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Another came behind her and attempted to attack with kicks but she dodged them all. As he was in a squat position she used it to her advantage, stepping up onto his thigh with her left and bring her right knee to his neck while driving her knuckles into his face. He fell and another came, throwing a punch. She grabbed him by the wrist as she sidestepped it and pulled him in, grabbing his shoulder and began rapidly kicking him in the stomach while forcing him to bend and meet her foot. He strained to breathe as she released him only to deliver a spinning kick to his sternum. The wave of soldiers continued, two charging her at once. She grabbed one and bent him over, driving her knees into his ribs twice before kicking out backwards at the one who had come from behind, returning soon enough to slam her elbow into the side of the other's face, snapping his neck as he fell to the ground.

She would not be stopped, swatting away the soldiers like flies. Limbs were broken, ribs were cracked, skulls were smashed, and necks were snapped as she fought. It took all of her will power not to rip out their organs and bones to beat them with. It took even more will not to simply blast holes through their heads. She stuck to hand to hand combat, outmatching all that approached her even when they charged her in waves. "Faster! We need to find the others!" She barked the order at the students as she gouged a woman's eyes out before pushing the screaming human away from her in disgust, stepping on the head of a man who had grabbed at her leg, driving her heel through his temple with a few stomps that didn't end until he was merely convulsing. Truly, no fucks were given this day as she quite literally roared, her muscles flexing as her hands curled into fists and colored lights flashed around her. Her blue hair and tan complexion were stained with blood, much like the rest of her body and clothes. She wasn't exactly drenched in it though. She wiped away the blood from her tattoos and grimaced as she turned to watch her students finish off their fights. 

She would not aid them for now.