<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/2/27/Colossus_Bloodline_Vol_1_4_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20071203033515)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown, besiged library<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bringing out the big guns<br/><hr/><br/>He'd heard Xavier's summon before he saw the news, and once he did he agreed that they needed to mobilize ASAP. It didn't take him long to suit up, and once he was he headed to the lawn with the others. He looked to each person as Logan gave them their assignments. He knew what his was, but he still smiled hearing it anyway. His only job was to put the fear of mutants into the rioters. Make them know it was a bad idea to do more than yell and shout. "<acronym title="My pleasure, comrade.">С удовольствием, товарищ.</acronym>" When he told everyone on the Blue team to take a kevlar vest, he held his hand up to say no thanks. "I just hope they don't try and waste their bullets on me," he joked to show he didn't need armor.<br/><br/>The flight was almost completely silent, as everyone was focused on the task ahead. When they arrived, if there was any doubt as to why, they saw it then. A mob that seemed almost alive was circling and enclosing on a single building. They had to stop hatred itself today. Just another notch on the X-Men's belt, he figured. The giant Russian said a silent prayer as they landed, then he stayed close to Logan and disembarked to witness the carnage first hand. His job was to make his presence felt, and keep an eye on the crowd like only he could. So when Logan broke the police barrier, Piotr walked with him.<br/><br/>A few moments ago he told him to make himself seen. Well he'd always been one for dramatic effect. So just as two police shields clacked together behind him, he roared and punched his fists together. They clanged, and loudly, as his knuckles, then fingers, then hand and everything else turned into solid metal. In moments there was a gigantic metal behemoth in Piotr's place. He stood to Logan's right, silent and strong. His arms crossed his chest and he glared at the closest rioters, just daring them to take a step forward past the point of no return.