<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Shrike.jpg_zpsf93crnmc.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(14:15 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Danger Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Psylocke, Sunpyre, Mainfold, Juggernaut<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>His head was ringing but it was clearing quickly.  He allowed Psylocke to guide him out of danger.  He'd been hit harder or, to be more precise, he'd hit things harder.  He'd just usually been prepared for it.  "Don't worry about me.  I'm okay," he said, which was obviously a lie, seeing as how he couldn't stand yet without the telepath's assistance.  He still had some fight in him but, given his current state, he wasn't exactly ready to get back into the fight.  He didn't seem all that aware of his limitations, which would very likely get him hurt or killed unless he could learn when to stay down.<br/><br/>Sunpyre was free, the Juggernaut was, as expected, unscathed by the robot's attacks.  Manifold was... where was Manifold?  He was probably about to do something impressive.  Psylocke?  Psylocke was busy taking care of him, like a child who had bumped his head a little too hard and needed coddling.  By injuring him, Nimrod had taken two of them out of the fight.  "Don't worry about me," Christopher mumbled, trying to keep his knees from buckling.  "I'll be okay here.  Help them."<br/><br/>If nothing else gave Psylocke and idea as to how rattled he was, trying to tell a teacher what to do would certainly give her an indication that, even if he wasn't down, Shrike was, at least for the moment, out.<br/>