<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Highway<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 8th at 1600<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey, Bishop, Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making friends...still<br/><hr/><br/>The mind was an instrument to be utilized just as one might use their arms to punch or their legs to kick.  Even for those lacking powers of telepathy and telekinesis, the mind was the same and could used as such.  Psylocke focused her mind then along these ancient tenets as her instructors had taught her to do.  A battle trance as such struck where her mind was allowed to take a secondary role to her instincts and body.  When the call went up for battle she was not the second to act but instead the first from the door.  Already her hand was popping the pin on the grenade she had taken.<br/><br/>“Ears!” was the cry that left her lips.  The flashbang grenade in her hand already launched toward the van accompanied by a pair of smaller and more ancient devices.  There would be an explosion of light and sound around the van, accompanied by a powerful amount of smoke that seemed to cover and flood over the can.  Psylocke pressed forward then seeming to be undeterred by the prospect of not seeing.  Instead her main concern seemed to be in pulling the red cloth over her nose and lips.  A purple glow descended from her right hand as she crept closer to the covered van.<br/><br/>