[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=107532]🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹[/color] and [color=CFC500]⚡John Watts⚡[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/wjYP8bg7/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Big Bad HQ - Lowest Level: ???
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=107532]Archery[/color], [color=CFC500]Superspeed[/color][hr][/center]	Watts didn't have time to register that one of the newcomers wasn't moving. He was focused on the immediate threat and the current obstacle to rescuing Andrew. He hadn't bonded with Jolene, but the Cupcake Eater worked in the same lab space as him. He didn't want to have someone else in there with him - Andrew's skills were mediocre at best, but everyone else was atrocious in comparison. And of course, while he would never admit it, he blamed himself more than he blamed Bobbi and Wesley. [color=CFC500]"Got it,"[/color] he told Sapphire gruffly, speeding up the ice ramp. 

	The ice wasn't too slippery thankfully and Watts made his way up to the next level, emerging where the Sisterhood was assembled. He could see Lady Deathstrike, both Sisters Mastermind, and a woman who strongly resembled Jean Grey. [color=CFC500]"Ladies,"[/color] he growled, moving at superspeed as he kicked them one by one in the head to attempt to knock them out. He didn't care if it ended up killing them. All he wanted to do was to find Andrew. His blows knocked out both of the Mastermind Sisters, causing the illusions downstairs to vanish. A grappling arrow then shot up and in a moment, the Emerald Archer was there.

	[color=107532]"You killed my father,"[/color] he told Pryor coldly, staring at her with hate. His green hood still hid his face, but he had no doubt that she would know who he was - that he was Arthur Twist, the bastard son of Harrison Snow. The Sisterhood had tried to kill him, instead stranding him on the living island Krakoa, hell on Earth. And now, now Arthur was finally going to avenge his father. Blood demanded blood. Arthur fired an arrow, missing. His aim was normally better than that. He was normally better than that.

	Without wasting a second, he fired another arrow. Pryor used her powers to deflect it, causing the arrow it land in her leg instead of piercing her heart. Arthur's own heart was pounding with an increasing intensity, matching the immense rage he felt both towards Pryor for murdering his father and towards himself for missing both of those shots. He didn't care if he died here. Arthur hardly felt like he was someone who could rejoin society anyways at this point. But his life had been spared for some reason - and this felt like it had to be it. He was only alive so he could right this wrong.