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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Ellis Island > Quinjet
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So much had happened in such a short time. His King had fallen, Captian America was disarmed and disabled, and the psychotic teen that should've been dead had just attempted to kill Tony Stark. As the daggers entered his eyes Kwassi's jaw went slack, prepared for the war that was about to erupt, that is until Stark turned green and fell much like Flynn and the others had before. His grip tightened on his escrima, noting that the others of Team Stark weren't fazed except the grunts of the litter. This was a Skrull invasion and they just took a massive chunk of earthen force. His eyes darted toward the Quinjet, Black Panther, and all the others who had been knocked unconscious. He began to bolt towards the King when he was suddenly swooped up, his legs immediately halted and changed directions towards Captain America who was also lifted away. Like a surrounded animal Kwassi felt helpless, trapped, and dangerous.

It was clear that they were going after high profile heroes, so he began to make a mad dash towards Breacher, an ally that had been taken out of the fight. His portals would be a great help in the fight against Skrulls, and it appeared they had the same thing in mind. Just feet before him Breacher was swooped up and taken away towards the enemy convoy. Kwassi silently cursed in his head as survival was becoming more and more a priority. Saving others who were downed seemed almost impossible of a task. But as he ran towards the Quinjet to try and flee for safety, a blizzard began to form, the cold whipping across his face and biting at his cheeks. A sudden heat filling the air as a blast from Skrull Marvel lobbed off the deranged woman's arm, and pierced The Flies armor. 

Bonnie was helping the girl which lead Kwassi to swoop under Andrews arm and scoop him up. [Color=09849f]"Easy there buddy, Let's get the hell out of this blizzard and in the safety of the Quinjet."[/color] Now wasn't the time for I Told You So's. Now wasn't the time to see enemies in allies, Now was the time to act, group up, and help one another against another alien threat on our planet. He didn't known who these Skrulls were, or what they wanted, but he knew that if this was their way of integration then it wasn't welcome. As their feet crunched against the snow beneath them, a ship dropped out of the sky and collided against some skrulls. 

The ship was foreign in design, not of Wakandan or S.H.I.E.L.D. make, and it prompted Kwassi to go faster. Regardless of the fleet of Skrulls that were wiped out, it didn't soften the fall enough and the ground still shook from the impact. His legs corrected themselves almost as if by memory, having not been his first situation with unsteady flooring or massive quakes. He looked back once more at the ship as the entered the Quinjet. [Color=09849f]"What the hell is going on on this day. Should we be worried about allies in that potential enemy warship that just crash landed on the ground? Or just assume its a bad pilot?"[/color] Kwassi squinted his eyes as he saw a figure leaving the ship. At first it was hard to make out but then he saw him clearly [color=09849f]"Holy fuck they have The President."[/color] The question now was, was he a surviving Skrull from the crash looking for aid and deceit? Or the actual President himself?