For the X-Men being on the periphery of this battle, it felt like standing inside of a house made of opaque glass; inside yet excluded. Able to discern shadows of what was occurring, yet ultimately cognizant of nothing -- save for the growing cracks -albeit in a more atmospheric sense- which they had no way of determining would hold or shatter; rain down or explode out.

A tense atmosphere of [i]aura[/i].
The "feel" of telepathic power coalescing with the unique energy each person carried, assailing the X-Men like feelings unattached to the specifics of circumstances. Like fear or panic when you don't know what set it off, yet mixing with [i]some[/i] known; an ombre piece of thread perceivably coloured yet indeterminate where one ends and the next begins- or in this case, what feelings were their own and what were [i]splash-over[/i].

And Wolverine didn't care for it.

[color=yellow]"Screw this. Gonna' go make sure we don't get any surprises."[/color] Of course the likelihood was in their favour given his ability to sense someone coming, though he questioned to himself if he could even trust that right now. In any case, he left back the way they came; his part here was done. If he stayed any longer he was liable to go berserk far more primally than he'd already gone.

[color=#4169E1][b]"Perhaps, at this juncture of uncharted territory, it [i]would[/i] be prudent to consider our presence a redundancy."[/b][/color] Too, Beast considered it logical that if they were experiencing "splash-over", their could be an osmosis in the reverse - and who was to know if that would be helpful or harmful?

A further tensening of muscle in the X-Men's leader. [color=#0096FF]"I'm not leaving."[/color]

[color=#4169E1][b]"Leaving? Perish the thought. I'm simply putting forth the notion of a measured flight from this fight."[/b][/color]

Storm (remaining at the ready): [color=#D3D3D3]"The weather can always turn."[/color]

Beast looked from one to the other before turning resolute eyes back towards the combatants. [color=#4169E1][b]"Then consider my roots firmly planted."[/b][/color]


[i]While inside the mindscape, Xavier's controlled calm was also experiencing a scission.[/i]


[sub][h3][color=00ffff][i] "And then, I'm going to [u]unmake[/u] everything you ever did to [u]me[/u]."[/i][/color]
[color=#0437F2][i]"And then, I'm going to [u]unmake[/u] everything you ever did to [u]me[/u]."[/i][/color][/h3][/sub]

What did Ryder mean by this? A true overcoming of Umbra's "design", or. . .That enigmatic device in her brain. If in a sense it contained her as much as she contained it, [i]could she rend herself asunder[/i]?

[color=#7393B3][i][b]'Ryder--!'[/b] [/i][/color] yet Xavier's voice didn't carry - even to his own ears--as if the sound leaked out through the fissures.

And if Ryder did intend to unmake [i]everything[/i], what would that mean for the man presently sharing a link to her mind? 
Yes, she had permitted it, and so could obliterate it--kick Xavier out so thoroughly as to render him breathless.

Yet there was a locked intent to Xavier which accompanied his anxiety.
[i]One which in the face of the extreme scenario he feared, could override such revocation. . . . .[/i]


[b]The real world scream of Umbra pierced the X-Men's consciousness' uniformly despite any variance in physical distance--[/b]
[i]--and on the heels of that, a mental voice of heightened concern[color=#DAA06D]--'Scott- the Professor-!'[/color][/i]