[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 took a step to the side after the ice ball slammed into the blaster’s crotch, something that made James grimace in sympathy, and the girl planted her foot in the guy’s face. Solid hit. He shot her a grin and chuckled. Not going to lie, he thought she might be the kind of girl to sit back and shoot ice from the back lines. He liked this side of her quite a bit. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Damn straight. Lets kick this guy’s ass.”[/color] James laughed and launched himself at him.

Again, he missed with a left hook. He’d hoped to compound on Leighton’s wrk but he could work with this. He let the momentum take him around again, his foot connecting with the man’s leg but the lack of response broke the movement and James swung awkwardly at the torso, the poorly aimed blow just glancing off the man. He didn’t seem any worse for James’s efforts and that had him more than a bit worried. 


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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]: Vocal Hypnosis[/center]
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Apparently, his first command hadn’t quite settled in the way he wanted. She completely ignored the fire and moved on to try and seduce the energy blasting buffoon. An odd way to interpret that command but if it did the trick, so be it. Some brat went flying as Anastasia chided him. All this chaos was making his head hurt. Or maybe that was glimpse as she snagged a hold of him through his mind. He could feel his body frozen but he discovered his mouth still worked as an unbidden snarl escaped when the fire caught his arms. He fought against the hold, panic rising.

[color=F2C31A]“Put out this fire!”[/color] Requiem demanded of the room, feeling the command settle in Glimpse, Emma, and Sapphire’s minds. The panic was threatening to rise, not being able to move putting him on the verge of a panic attack. He felt the mark on his leg burn, a phantom pain from another time coming back at the turn of events. Anger was mingling with panic. Once the fire was out, he’d put a bullet in her head and use her corpse to end this fight.