[h1][b][i][color=gold][center]Jaclyn Chreyz[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://assets.mycast.io/actor_images/actor-ta-kaiya-blaney-267392_small.jpg?1631024853[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=gold][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mansion Grounds
[color=gold][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Power Mimicry[/center]
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Jaclyn exited the Mansion with one thought in mind: [i]Where am I needed?[/i]
She looked around for the others -- she was seeing a lot of fire and had just thought she saw some bizarre, make that unreal silhouettes of the X-Men but had no time to form a full thought on that as a she was positive something just blurred past her vision.

Something much nearer than any of that other stuff---suddenly she was [i]SLAMMED[/i] back against the Mansion.

Naturally Jaclyn raised a hand to the part of her head that had collided with the stone.
There was blood on her fingers.

Head wounds were notorious in the bleeding department however, and she had to focus to avoid another knock.
While OfAll processed what just happened her -now stationary- opponent jibed her. They seemed to be waiting to see if Jaclyn would actually put up a fight which gave her time to think fast, though she felt more jumbled doing so after that knock.

What would work?
Due to the nature of OfAll's powers, she had to be thoughtful. Once she mimicked a mutation she couldn't mimic another one until an amount of time had passed - time enough the battle would surely be over. Whatever she chose she would essentially be locked into it.

So what was she facing: a mutant who hit [i]hard[/i]. But the hit involved contact...if she could keep away from them...
But this mutant was also a speedster. How to keep away from that? 

!
It might work!

They wanted to jibe, OfAll could jibe: [color=gold]"You had [i]the wall[/i] do the damage. Why don't you show me how challenging you can be when it's just you, me, and the open air?"[/color] Her tone held more controlled calm than attitude. She placed her hands on her hips. 
But more towards her back. It would look just like some cocky stance, but she was actually holding tight to the hem of the back of her shirt -glad she didn't wear form fitting clothes- ready to give her wings some space.

She was actually banking on being thrown again.
OfAll didn't figure she'd have a chance to get off the ground on her own speed considering her adversary's speed.

[i]But if she was already in the air with velocity...[/i]