<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12:10 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Psylocke<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/>Catching a telepath by surprise was virtually impossible.<br/><br/>Surprising them was a different story.<br/><br/>"Did you really think any amount of money would compare to spending time with a woman as beautiful and charming as you?"<em>Not to mention utterly deadly.</em><br/><br/>Warren folded his wings and plummeted towards the floor.  His wings wanted to cut her, hurt her.  He wasn't going to allow it.  What he<em>could</em>do was redirect their angle off attack so that it was the costume she wore, rather than her flesh that felt the sharp edges of his wings.<br/><br/>One of his hands reached out and caught one of the beams that criss-crossed the danger room; it allowed him to swing himself like a pendelum.  He pressed his legs tightly together, leaving virtually nothing to stop Psylocke from sliding down off his legs.  If it worked, she would slide down his body, losing her grip.  If it didn't<em>he'd</em>lose<em>his</em>grip and the two of them would fall to the floor together.  It was pretty much a win-win, as far as Warren was concerned.<br/><br/>