[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Mutant Underground (F7)
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Kickboxing[/center]
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James whirled around so fast at the new sounds that he saw spots in front of his eyes. Two new people, clearly not allies,showed up and started blasting. Several expletives exploded in his head, counting the number of people who would die if those pillars collapsed. The girl charged Colossus and Cayden. Colossus at the very least had plenty of experience in this field and Cayden seemed like he could handle himself. The man was the priority, taking down the support pillars would kill most of them and their attackers seemed to have a handy way of disappearing. James made his decision and charged the man.

James charged him, staying as silent as he could until he was within striking distance. His first punch missed the man’s head but he used the momentum to swivel on his heel and bring his elbow into the man’s arm, shifting it far enough that his follow up kick caught them man right in the ribs. The resulting crack of a rib told James exactly where to follow up next. Focusing on the broken rib should keep the man in enough pain he wouldn’t be interested in the pillars, only James. A nagging suspicion told him he’d regret it but at least it would be a great story to tell Casper over coffee.


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[center][h1][b][i][color=F2C31A]Requiem[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=F2C31A][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Hellfire Club (D3)
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Requiem rolled his eyes as the fighting started, taking one last sip of his wine as Anastasia took her tumble. And all this banter. Did they think they were in a movie? Children, the lot of them. At least, that’s what he thought until the [i]fire[/i]. Unpleasant memories rose unbidden, faint screams and begging filling his ears, the scent of burning flesh searing his nostrils. Whoever threw the fireball would regret their decision dearly if he got their hands on him. He opened his briefcase, teeth clenched as he willed his hands not to shake. His head snapped up at Jinx’s comment, glaring at the boy.

[color=F2C31A] “I recommend you chose your words wisely boy or I will make you eat your tongue.”[/color] He snapped, the strain in his voice, though he raised his voice over the chaos, making eye contact with Sapphire. [color=F2C31A][i] “Quell the fire and subdue your allies."[/i][/color] He commanded the woman, not willing to waste Jinx’s set up. She resisted but his command seemingly set in and he turned his attention to the next task. He would have [i]words[/i] with the brat but for now, ending the fight was a priority. Anastasia’s assailant was the next target, pulling his gun from its holster and pulling the trigger as soon as the intruder was in his sights. The tremble in his hands sent to bullet wide to his disappointment.