[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Hulkling[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b1/4c/4f/b14c4fae069bf21fd48a73f11ec86ba3.jpg[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Contest of Champions [color=A2797E][b]Gear[/b][/color]: N/A [color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] He still didn't quite know what was going on. Perhaps it was one of the Excelsior team members that messed with his head? Wasn't one of them a telepath of some sort? Or maybe the ghost boy possessed him and made him forget himself. Either way, he needed to collect his thoughts. His team was relying on him. He heard someone call out to Amnesia. That was the telepath. He looked around briefly, but didn't see her. She probably moved away to start messing with their heads again. But...wouldn't she be within her force field? He still stood within the force field as he began to move towards his intended target. He felt the momentum shift as the force field around him shatter. [i]"Good, one less thing in our way,"[/i] he thought to himself. He noticed some movement in his peripheral and looked to see America flying towards him. Wonderful, some back-up would not go unwarranted and he knew from experience that America was a force to be reckoned with. He held his hand up in welcome as America landed but....wait, what was she doing? America had landed very close to him, leg outstretched as if she was trying to hit him, but that couldn't be right. A misunderstanding, surely. His head was still foggy. He began to speak when he saw America, grin on her face, knuckles cracked, lean her arm back and... What was the feeling of having all of the air in your lungs leave en masse? It was unlike anything he had felt before and it had come from someone he considered a friend. He laid on the ground, feeling the depth of the punch on his body. Any movement was met with a cry of pain and every breath taken after the fact was horror. America looked dejected and upset, which yeah she should, but she flew off before he could even begin to formulate some words to ask why the fuck she did that to him? He didn't notice everyone else for a minute. Not Cassie turning into a literal giant. Not the other team running around to help each other. Instead, weirdly enough, he saw red. He was [i]pissed[/i]! He stood up gradually, catching his breath, before he looked up and saw her. One of the Excelsior team members. He remembered Patriot's words to focus on 'the mermaid'. Either way, he was not in a good mood. Taking it one step at a time, he increased speed as he ran at the girl and, knocking back his fist, he sent his momentum forward, launching a punch at her directly in her face. He felt the girl's nose crack. Anger still winning out over any other emotion, he reeled back and hit her again, albeit not in her face but on her side. If he could take her out it would be one less problem to deal with. And then..... [h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/78a234eb0678e0555274d0ee1dc545f2/56a3e97ae35aa196-fe/s540x810/68beb5c8bf4eb487e7e396ed3aa8ef4ccf8709cd.gifv[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Contest of Champions [color=A2797E][b]Gear[/b][/color]: N/A [color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Sabine felt as if she blacked out. When she came to she looked around. The scene had changed drastically from when she last remembered. She recalled trying to get into Hulkling's mind and then....nothing. Emptiness. But she had to have done something. She felt something on her hand and looked down to see blood. Was she hurt? She felt sore and bruised, especially on her chest, but she didn't feel like she was bleeding anywhere. She looked up and her eyes focused on someone in front of her. April. Beaten. Bruised. And Sabine standing on top. No. No that wasn't what happened. She would never hurt April. It wasn't possible. But...she looked at her hand again. Felt the pain as if she had just hit something. What the hell was happening? Did the Young Avengers mess with her? Was it Wiccan's doing? Did one of them somehow have powers to alter her own mind? None of this happened until she tried to get into Hulkling's head. And it clicked. Somehow it was [i]his[/i] fault. Sabine clenched her hurt fist and grabbed her sword, swinging it around to face the other team. Her eyes locked on Hulkling as she strode forward, sword behind her, anger in her features. As she neared, she unleashed the sword and swung it. Clearly never having done that before, it swiped at Hulkling, slicing him a bit, enough to get his attention. [color=A2797E]"I don't know what you did or how but I will never forgive you for it. You and your team are finished![/color]