<div class="floatleft">(http://borradorcero.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/http3a2f2fimagescale-tumblr-com2fimage2f12802f2340a3be45bbdd1bcbb8f30063ad07d62ftumblr_msu4r0fqr1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Elisabeth Braddock aka Psylocke<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>14:00<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Magneto, Open<br/><br/>Through the hallways of the mansion, Psylocke stalked with expert grace.  Long legs carried her down the corridors that were now littered with bodies and blood.  The distraction had lasted only so long before the robots pressed forward into the delicate interior of the mansion.  Children and adults alike lay in various states of death.  Others might have felt the burning anger of retribution or the dark pangs of guilt inside her stomach, but she remained a frigid creature.  Already her mind ticked off the fallen as if compiling a secret registry and she knew that the majority were still very much alive and fleeing for their lives.  Psylocke kept her focus on giving those children and their guardians the best chance for survival.  Almond eyes narrowed with determination as she became the hunter now.<br/><br/>From the sheath her sword slipped out, while around her a psychic presence was assumed to hide her from the mechanical sensors for the monstrosities.  Children screamed and she came, the blade sliding silently into the belly of the beast that haunted them.  Psylocke remained a ghost to the machine, but a ghost whose touch was very much real.  Already she knew a signal was being sent to the other drones that an assault was performed.  Even as she drove the blade deeper for a killing blow she knew her time was wearing down.  Quickly she gestured for the children to flee down a secret passage before she withdrew the blade.  The sword was lifted and replaced into the sheath.  From a bandolier she produced a small cylinder.  Such advanced machines could only be fooled for so long.  Smoke poured through the device just as the mansion was rocked with the actions of Magneto.  Regret touched her for a moment that she had seemingly abandoned the man, but that feeling was short lived.  Should they live, he would understand the need for their separation now.  When the drones approached their sensors were befuddled by a natural camouflage of thermal smoke.  Combined with her psychic powers, the machines would soon find themselves assaulted anew by the reported ghost.<br/><br/>This time though the metal bodies were torn asunder by explosive ammunition belched forth by the Kris slung at her side.  Quickly she unleashed havoc upon them as the weapon’s advanced machinery kept the recoil minimal so that she could accurately fire automatic bursts of fire.  Fragments tore into the walls as the rounds exploded in rapid succession and the two drones fell from their post.  Yet only one had the sense to die quietly while the other pitched forward to slide along the floor toward her.  A massive explosion rocked the hallway floor, destroying the supports so that the ground beneath her lurched forward.  Instinct took over so that she tucked forward to roll amongst the metal bodies of her enemies and the flesh bodies of former colleagues and friends.  Psylocke’s body rolled forward and then flew as the makeshift ramp of the floor cast her forward through the heavy glass of the machine.<br/><br/>Shards cut her body, slicing her flesh before her body landed harshly on the grounds outside.  Quickly her hand grasped the pistol at her side as another cylinder and smoke were activated.  Laser fire ignited the ground near her, but this time she merely took aim with the high powered pistol.  From the smoke she made her stand as she returned fire beneath the feet of the rising Magneto.<br/>