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thelemisis · 1
Wolverine prowled the shadowed woods outside Logan's Cabin, claws glinting under moonlight. The scent of pine and blood lingered in the air—Track by Scent had led him here. Inside the cabin, Moira MacTaggert waited, her lab coat stained from hours of work. The X-Jet idled nearby, engines low, while the Helicarrier loomed overhead like a watchful guardian. Avengers Tower had sent word: trouble was coming.
Jubilee bounced in first, fireworks crackling at her fingertips. “Ready to Slice and Dice some bad guys?” she asked, grinning.
Goldballs followed, spheres already forming in his palms. “I’ll Drop Kick anything that moves.”
Marrow cracked her knuckles, bone blades sliding out. “Let’s Clobber 'em.” Nick Fury stepped from the shadows, eye patch catching the light. “We need to move fast. First Aid won't save us if we’re surrounded.”
Professor X rolled forward, calm as ever. “Enhanced Awareness—we see them coming.”
Psylocke materialized beside him, Psi-Knife glowing violet. “Lunging Strike when they least expect it.”
Sunfire ignited the air around him, flames dancing. “I’ll Berserker Barrage the front line.”
Wolverine popped his claws fully. “Berserker Frenzy is calling. Endurance and Enhanced Physique—I’m built for this.”
He felt the Adamantium Skeleton under his skin, solid and unbreakable. Regenerative Healing thrummed in his veins—"I Got Better" wasn't just words. The team formed up. The Power of Aggression surged through them, raw and unstoppable. The Power in All of Us answered, a quiet strength binding mutant and hero alike.
Specialized Training had prepared them—every move drilled, every weakness covered.
The enemy arrived—shadowy figures, weapons drawn. Wolverine stepped forward, eyes glowing feral.
He tore into them with Slice and Dice, Drop Kick after Drop Kick, Clobber after Clobber. Jubilee's fireworks lit the night, Goldballs' spheres bounced and exploded, Marrow's blades flashed, Psylocke's psychic knives danced, and Sunfire's fire scorched the earth.
Nick Fury barked orders, Professor X coordinated minds, and Psylocke redirected attacks with lethal grace.
One by one, the attackers fell. Wolverine stood amid the wreckage, breathing hard, claws dripping.
He looked back at his team—alive, unbreakable—and growled low. “I go where I wanna go.”