<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ah! Ninjas!<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne gritted her teeth, and took a calming breath. And then another. This was just ridiculous. Why did everyone have to focus on fighting, on violence here? It was all X-Men this, X-Men that, stop the Brotherhood or stop the government. Fight these people, fight those people...Why did it have to be fighting? And in that moment she was certain that this madwoman was trying to fight her. And that would not end well, for either of them, if it happened. She didn't want any more people to get into trouble because of her.<br/><br/>Even if they were acting like complete psychopaths.<br/><br/>"Ah don't--" she started to say, but the woman cut her off. The tone of what was happening had changed. It was slight, but it had changed. The moonlight catching this woman's body was creating an almost ethereal, unreal mood in the area. And perhaps it was because her blood was up, because the wolf was starting to struggling against the chain Xavier had it shackled with, that she was starting to more keenly recognize what the madwoman seemed to show off with every movement. A gorgeous, strong body...Not unlike Laura's. Biting a bit on her bottom lip, her eyes traced up from the woman's legs to her eyes, before realizing that she was showing her something now.<br/><br/>"What are you..." she started, confused, not grasping just yet that Psylocke was trying to teach her. Their start had been far from conventional, after all. "Ah'm not...Ah'm not a fighter. Ah'm not strong. They just will grab me, like those boys did." She had taken a swing at one of them, after all. And she had missed, and for her efforts had been held down and forced into the other collar and muzzle. And a small girl like Rahne couldn't do much against one bigger, stronger male, much less three. That would all change, if she changed, but..."...Who even are you?"<br/><br/>Still, her feet had shifted some, half-way to the stance Psylocke was trying to show her. It was a pose more confident than the drawn in one she usually had, maybe that would be enough to get this woman to leave her alone.