<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>13:45<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wolverine, Open<br/><br/>Eyes that were not inhuman peered out at inhuman foes.  Already the flare and flash of the drones could be seen on fast approach to the Mansion.  Only moments before the day had promised to be docile.  Elisabeth Braddock had intended to merely settled into the day after her conference calls, reading a favored book and sipping a glass of wine while the children played at their games.  Now she slipped on the tight fitting armor of days past, drawing her flesh into the alien armor that was presented to her as a gift for services rendered.  Little was left to the imagination as the material folded over her flesh like ink, conforming to her body and yielding to her will.  Psylocke was born through such a moment of readying for battle.  Behind her the older students were ushering the younger into hidden tunnels and caches for them to remain safe.  Those inhuman eyes bore an inhuman soul behind them that now fastened into place for the battle ahead.<br/><br/>Cold and calculating, the blade of her ninja-to was slipped into place at her back.  A short blade, designed for the close combat that her ancestors so favored.  Ninjitsu was not a static discipline that grew old and tired through the centuries.  Instead the art expanded with the times and became more complex and versatile.  So as the blade now rested at her shoulder so did a newly designed Kris Submachine gun lay slung on a holster to her body and a Browning Highpower nestled at her right thigh on a quick draw holster.  Only a fool went into battle without weapons of the age, bringing a knife to a gunfight was never the way of her people.  Slowly she stepped forward to peer out of the large window as those flares of fire grew brighter.  Between the strands of purple hair a small device chirped.  A touch of her fingers to the device opened the line.<br/><br/>“Martha please hold all my calls for the day, I will be indisposed for the next few hours.  Also if you would be so kind to place a call to my associate, Logan Howlett I would be most appreciative.  You can connect his call immediately.  Thank you.”<br/><br/>Before the secretary could even voice complaint the line was cut dead.  The woman would know better than to make another call to the number unless Logan was also on that line.  Children cried down the hall as they were taken from their beds but she no longer cared.  Betsy would have cared, Betsy would have stretched out her mind to soothe the young one.  Psylocke would do no such thing as she instead set a booted leg to the window before her.  Mentally she pressed open the large window, wanting to not be the one responsible for breaking the heavy glass.  Delicately she hoisted a long barreled weapon to her shoulder.  One arm tucked back to cradle the massive weapon, nuzzling her face to the stock as the LW50 was lowered with practiced grace.  Quietly she closed her ears to the thunder that would be unleashed as the battle would start by her command and her command alone.<br/><br/>Psylocke, once known as Lady Mandarin and once feared the world over for the impossible tasks she performed, would now focus her powers on a single shot.  Cross hairs lit up on her scope as she sighted into the onrushing drone.  Mental senses stretched out not to make contact with her enemy but with time itself, searching and willing the place the metallic beast would come to next.  Then the sound barrier was split as if by a flash of lightning and thunder.  Through the halls the sound rolled back, but she did not care when a wail went up.  Let them fear her and let them never follow in her footsteps.<br/><br/>The round ejected as the modified rifle used the gas to bring back the bolt and load into place another cartridge of high explosive, armor piercing rounds.  Already she had set her sights to another, intending to dispel another round of ranged death before the drones truly made contact with the school and she would be forced into closer quarters than she would like.  Humans were so much easier to kill than robots afterall.<br/>