<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>(14:30 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Elevators<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Wolverine/Magma/Rush/Nightcrawler/Storm<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He'd been in the elevator when the alarm went off.  It had taken what seemed like forever for the doors to open.  He was greeted by what he could only describe as a firestorm... Storm has summoned a lightning storm<em>inside the front foyer</em>and was facing off against a woman bathed in flames.<br/><br/><em>Wow, she's hot.</em><br/><br/>He hadn't heard who she was or why she was here but he knew that Storm certainly didn't want her here.  That, combined with the adrenaline that was still in his system from his session in the danger room, pushed him into action.  He moved away from the elevator (<em>Don't want to get trapped in a small area</em>)  and launched into the air. (<em>Moving target.  Harder to hit.  Not grounded so I'm safe from Storm's lightning</em>.)<br/><br/>He snapped both wings forward, at the same time pushing himself higher and releasing several of his wing pinions.   With the unknown flaming girl moving slowly forward, it was child's play to aim for the corners of her eyes, even with the swirling wind Storm had created.  There would be no permanent damage but she'd certainly have trouble keeping her eyes open.  The carbon fiber would resist the flames and, unless her skin was tougher than Nimrod's, he'd nail her.<br/><br/><em>If we were outside I could hit her from behind with a powerdive.  Might still be able to, given the hole she put in the door frame....</em>