<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>Open<br/><br/>The scope of the rifle allowed her to watch the streak of her round slam home into the drone.  An outer layer of the round broke apart, tearing asunder the metallic armor of the drone.  This allowed a second explosive to fire off and slam the core of the round home.  Chemical interactions were set off with extreme heat and prejudice.  Metaling metal separated as the round then exploded inside the target.  Psylocke’s only response was the sound of a casing spinning forth from the massive rifle and striking the ground before another thunderbolt took to the sky.  She did not intend to strike the same target twice for even if she did not manage to destroy the drone, a wounded enemy was better than a healthy one.  Against her shoulder the weapon shivered as death was unleashed in ballistic form.  Still she kept firing until the dry chamber’s sound struck home.  By now the drones would have taken notice of their accurate opponent.  Around them the mansion’s defenses began to erupt, but she knew their attention would come for her.<br/><br/>Out into the air she leapt as the first came slamming into the opened window, followed quickly by more of the drones.  A harness kept Psylocke from crashing into the brush below.  One long leg caught on the wall, allowing her to turn and look upward.  Against her hand a button was pressed, thumb pressing firmly downward while her other hand undead the clasp that held her to the harness.  Above her the sky erupted into flame as the claymore mine belched out deadly flame and shrapnel to tear out the drones above.  Psylocke knew the interior of the mansion would do well as the blast was purely directional and the fire system would soon activate to control any collateral damage.  As she fell there was the faint thought that she could just let herself tilt slightly and find rest.  But there was no rest for her, not tonight and not tomorrow.<br/><br/>Carefully her body rolled with the impact so that she disappeared into the brush.  Mentally her senses reached out to disguise her presence, to hide her existence from what now hunted her.  The rifle was slipped beneath the shrubbery, leaves brushed over the length and the bolt removed in case a child might stumble on the weapon.  Granted some of these children were more dangerous than any rifle she might possess, but no sense tempting fate.  A rain of light came down to burn the ground and trees, an attempt to cut her flesh from bone but she slipped toward cover.  With her mind she thrust home that she was not there, that she was elsewhere.  While the machine held no thought, she still had the ability to manipulate the sensors.  A hand reached up to lift a rock from the ground, tossing it out toward the fence where another barrage of fire was sent.  Distracted, she made her move against the drone.<br/><br/>At her back the sword emerged, a glisten in the light before she plunged the length of steel into the drone.  Muscles strained visibly against her tight armor, mesh weave encasing the biceps before she gave a jerk and the drone collapsed with her blade emerging on the other side.  Another explosion and she was rushing forward to disappear from their sensors yet again.  Just needed to buy the children time to escape, then she could make her own escape.<br/>