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 The Dark Phoenix Saga - Pulled into the team rescuing Jean from India, Jessica faces a baptism of fire. And blunt objects. Jessica flew upwards, dodging Hardball’s latest bounce in her direction. She was battered, bruised, and on the verge of crying in frustration. ‘No matter how hard I hit this sonovabitch he keeps getting back up.’ She thought as she floated upwards. The man below her could bounce, but he couldn’t fly. He had to wait for her to come back toward the ground, an advantage that Jessica was willing to exploit. Suddenly, pain exploded across her back as something struck her and she struggled to maintain her altitude. She turned to see another member of the Imperial Guard grinning down at her. The man’s hands were surrounded by a strange, dark energy, and Jess cursed loud and long in response. “How many of you motherfuckers are there? Well, you just sealed the deal buddy. There’s officially going to be one less of you when I get my hands on you!” She screamed as she launched herself at her foe. However, Jess’s advance toward Kal-dipta and the swirling mass of Darkforce pooling in his fists only made the shaded Guard member grin wider. It became apparent why in the last ten feet of her collision course as the distraction provided enough time and loss of height for Hardball to properly gain the intercept course he needed. Jess only got a blurry look at Hardball in the reflection of Black Light’s sunglasses before impact, but not the impact either flyer was expecting. A leather-jacketed blonde man met Hardball with a flying kick seven feet below the aerial battle. There was no rebound between the two, however, as Longshot gripped onto the Guard member’s loose clothing and followed him to the ground. They landed with a thud, Arthur rolling to his feet to greet Jessica with a wink before he launched into a back handspring to dodge Kulanch-Gol as the bouncing man worked to recover his squandered momentum. Longshot tucked into a reverse three sixty vault over what had once been a roadblock, and beckoned the rubber man. "Let's dance, Bollywood." The cavalry was here. |
