<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/XMenAvatarPsylocke01.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Pyslocke<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Betsy Braddock<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Danger Room, Xavier mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 10:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cyclops (and anyone who wants to train), Archangel<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Training<br/><br/>Betsy smirked at Warrens comment, standing off to the side she let him go free to fly into the action after Scott. The simulation in the room took on that of New York during a sentinel raid. A little dramatic for her taste, but it seemed like Cyclops was really going through it if he chose this simulator. Her eyes fell curiously on Bishop. "Morning, I'm surprised you weren't in here earlier." She said with a wink known he had a knack for hogging danger room time in the morning. Betsy took a lean and long stretch almost forgetting to cool down her muscles after such an intensive workout. Sh figured Bishop would join the fray too. For a  man lost in time he sure knew how to fit in well, sometime.<br/><br/>"You know, I think I'll watch you gents take on the sentinels for a bit." She added as the battle begun. She herself was almost tempted to join in and depending on how interesting things got in then ext few moments she would definitely join the guys in a little fun. She honestly hated sentinels. They were gigantic and nearly impossible to take down alone. She preferred close combat, the feel of your opponent as they fought for their life was very intimate to her.  She watched as Bishop joined the fray, he was fairly huge in stature and there was just something so enticing about a man that well built. Not to say the other's weren't charming, but she knew Scott's heart would forever belong to Jean and Warren was another story altogether. She watched as the winged man flew into battle like a guardian angel here to protect the innocent and for a moment it reminded her of a time when he was different, how he use to be. She couldn't help but watch them. The woman in here admiring the fine physiques, while the warrior in her studied every one of their moves. She definitely would take them on, ine by one. The thought alone brought a smile to her lips.