******AT ATTENTION******
<Remy> @@
<Logan> @@
<Kurt> @@
<Raven> @@

********PROLOGUE********
<Lensherr> SCENE> A CELL, ABOUT 7'x7'. LOGAN COMES TO SUSPENDED FROM HIS ARMS, SPREAD-EAGLED AGAINST A BARELY-INCLINED UPRIGHT SURFACE. HIS SHOULDER HURTS HORRENDOUSLY WHERE THE SLUG HIT HIM, EARLIER, AND MIGHT BE BLEEDING, BUT HE CAN'T SEE THAT ANGLE.
<Logan> ::sniffs::
<Lensherr> ACTION> HE CAN'T SMELL ANYTHING... OR RATHER, EVERYTHING IS SO MUTED, HE CAN'T MAKE SENSE OF WHAT HE DOES SMELL.
<Logan> ::tries to pop his claws::
<Lensherr> ACTION> HIS CLAWS EMERGE, ALTHOUGH THE PAIN DOESN'T FADE IN A FEW MOMENTS, AS IT USUALLY DOES.
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE DOOR IN THE WALL FACING HIM OPENS. THE SUDDEN, MUCH BRIGHTER LIGHT LEAVES SPOTS IN HIS VISION AS A FIGURE ENTERS THE ROOM.
<Logan> RRARRGHH! ::tries to cut through his bonds and then lunge at the figure::
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE MAN STARTS SLIGHTLY, JUMPING BACK A BIT WHEN LOGAN MOVES... HE CAN'T QUITE GET THE LEVERAGE TO SNAG A CLAW AGAINST THE METAL BINDING HIS WRISTS AND SUSPENDING HIM, THOUGH.
<Lensherr> <Man> ::mutters under his breath, warily moving to one side of Logan and tapping at some sort of controls he can't see::
<Logan> ::struggles for a minute, then snarls at the man tracking his movement predatorially, stilling to an almost disturbing lack of motion::
<Lensherr> ACTION> WITH A GRINDING NOISE, THE SURFACE HE LIES AGAINST BEGINS TO TILT MORE, RECLINING HIM BACK TO A HORIZONTAL POSITION. THE MAN, GARBED IN A DARK UNIFORM HE DOESN'T RECOGNIZE, LOOKS DOWN AT HIM COLDLY, FILLING A SYRINGE FROM A SMALL BOTTLE.
<Logan> ::tries to break his bonds using force:: GRR-ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ::if that doesn't work, then tries to headbutt the man when he approaches close enough::
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE CHANGE IN POSITION ALLOWS HIM TO TWIST ONE WRIST ENOUGH TO SLICE THROUGH A CABLE WITH HIS CLAWS... HE CAN FEEL THE BINDINGS ON HIS WRISTS LOOSEN, FALLING AWAY.
<Lensherr> <Man> ::scuttles backwards:: Wha---shit! ::fumbles at his belt for a remote::
<Logan> ::lunges at the man::
<Lensherr> ACTION> HE TACKLES THE MAN, NEARLY LOSING HIS OWN BALANCE AND FALLING OVER IN THE PROCESS. HIS LEGS FEEL WEAK AND SOMEWHAT WOBBLY.
<Logan> ::plunges his claws into the man's chest::
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE MAN CHOKES, THEN GOES STILL. THE DOOR IS STILL AJAR.
<Logan> ::heads out the door::
<Lensherr> ACTION> HE STEPS INTO AN EMPTY HALLWAY. THERE IS A DOOR ACROSS THE HALL, MUCH THE SAME AS THE ONE HE JUST CAME THROUGH. SHADOWS ARE MOVING, AT ONE END OF THE HALL, WHERE IT TURNS A CORNER... SOMEONE HEARD THE COMMOTION.
<Logan> ::head darts to the shadows, then tries the door::
<Lensherr> ACTION> IT OPENS EASILY INTO ANOTHER SHADOWED CELL. REMY HANGS FROM SIMILAR RESTRAINTS, AND IT LOOKS AS IF HE'S JUST WAKING UP.
<Logan> ::eyes darts around the cell, apprehensively moves to cut remy down::
<Remy> ....::tilts his head slightly towards Logan:: Was wond'rin' when y'd wake up..
<Lensherr> ACTION> REMY'S BONDS ARE EASILY CUT, AND HE SLIDES UNTIL HIS FEET TOUCH THE FLOOR.
<Remy> T'anks cap.
<Lensherr> ACTION> RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ARE AUDIBLE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TWO MORE GUARDS APPEAR IN THE DOORWAY, AIMING GUNS AT THEM.
<Lensherr> <Guard1> Hands up, both of you! ::levels his gun at Logan::
<Remy> ::rubs at his wrists..:: oh.. ::looks around for anything to throw..:: ((Eh.. c'mon Rem jus' try it. Y' done it b'fore)) ::raises his hands in the air...concentrates on the guards guns.. trying to charge them up.::
<Logan> ::moves in front of remy, slowly so as not to incite trigger happy gumen, interposing himself between them and him:: Grrr.
<Lensherr> ACTION> REMY'S POWERS ARE WORKING NO BETTER NOW THAN THEY WERE EARLIER.
<Lensherr> <Guard1> Hands up, I said!! ::steps forward, jabbing at Logan's chest with the gun::
<Remy> ::looks a little shakey..:: ((Ugh.. well dat was a good idea. Way to go Candra. Well.. guess we gotta do dis de ol' fashion way..))
<Remy> ::Shakes his head, lowly:: Y' gotta plan, homme?
<Logan> ::tries to cut the gun into several pieces and then grab the guard holding it for use as a human shield::
<Remy> Guess dat answers dat question..
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE GUARD LOOKS SURPRISED WHEN LOGAN DESTROYS HIS GUN, CURSING AS HE'S PINNED
<Logan> ::tries to hurl the guard at the other one::
<Lensherr> <Guard2> Drop him! I'll shoot the--
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE FIRST GUARD HITS THE SECOND, TAKING BOTH DOWN. A GUN GOES OFF, AND LOGAN FEELS A STING ON THE SIDE OF HIS LEG AS THE BULLET NARROWLY MISSES.
<Remy> ..::steps over the two downed guards, peeks out into the hall down either corridor::
<Logan> ::picks the gun up off the floor, holding it out to remy:: You know how to use this?
<Lensherr> ACTION> THE HALL IS EMPTY AGAIN.
<Remy> ::looks back at Logan:: eh? ::sees the gun:: Yah. ::takes the gun from Logan:: Awright.. There ain't no one out here..
<Logan> ::heads out into the hall then::
<Remy> ::looks down both ways:: Eeny meeny miney mo..
<Remy> I'm thinkin' we should got lef'
<Logan> ::heads right::
<Lensherr> ACTION> AT THE CORNER, A STAIRWAY LEADS UPWARD.
<Remy> ::starts left.. and hears Logan's footsteps moving away:: ((Damnit.)) ::turns around and jogs to catch up:: .. Mebbe I should lead.. y' lookin' in pretty bad shape.
<Logan> Age before beauty, kid. ::starts up the stairs, trying to look strong for remy::
******END PROLOGUE******

********SIM START********
<Lensherr> SCENE> ABOUT 10 MILES FROM WUNDAGORE CASTLE, THE SLOPE OF A MOUNTAIN. THE STUDENTS AND MS DARKHOLME ARE ON A CAMPING TRIP, AS LENSHERR HAD BUSINESS ELSEWHERE, AND SONJA TOOK A WEEK OFF TO VISIT FAMILY. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, SUNNY, NOT HOT, BUT NOT COLD.
<Logan> <<the hills are alive... with the sound of muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusic>>
<Pietro> SCENE> THEY HIKED TO REACH THIS SPOT, AND HAVE ALREADY SET UP TENTS AND CLEARED A SPOT FOR THE FIRE.
<Kurt> ::by now having decided that this camping trip was a bad idea, he sits cross-legged in front of the tent he helped set up::
<Raven> ::drops an arm load of soon to be firewood next to the soon to be fire pit:: ((He sends me on a camping trip...))
<Pietro> ::drops two rocks at the half-completed circle around the fire pit, then dashes away after more, whistling under his breath::
<Raven> Kurt...how is your tent coming along? ::brushes her hands of dirt::
<Kurt> I.. don't think it will fall over. ::pokes warily at one of the poles holding it upright::
<Catzy> ::pushes one of the rocks into formation with the crude circular shape::
<Pietro> ::sets two more stones in place, kicking up some dust when he skids to a halt::
<Raven> Well if you feel you are finished with it...please help collect more kindling for the fire. ((Camping...grrr, I believe my idea of a week long research paper would have occpuied them just as well.))
<Catzy> ::looks up to Pietro and claps:: zoom zoom!
<Kurt> ::hops up to his feet and trudges towards the trees without another word::
<Pietro> ::brushes his hands clean, grinning at Catzy::
<Raven> Catzy... ::picks up a piece of collected wood to show her:: can you help find more fire wood?
<Catzy> ::tilts her head and nods:: Catzy can do that! ::jumps to her feet and heads off::
<Emma> ::Sits on a stone, looking mildly annoyed with the situation.::
<Raven> ::under her breath:: And they say she can't fetch... ::smiles::
<Raven> ::turns around to examine the camp site:: Emma...have you completed your tent?
<Emma> ::Gestures to the barely standing tent.:: The material is hard to work with, very flimsy.
<Catzy> ::picks up a stick:: wood.. ::picks up another stick:: wood... ::picks up a small log:: Catzy not like wood... ::slowly lugs it back to the clearing::
<Kurt> ::starts walking a little slower once he passes by the first few trees, eyes turned to the ground, picking up suitable pieces of wood when he sees them:: ((I wonder if it would be possible to teleport back to the school without Raven noticing that I'm gone... ...))
<Pietro> ::walks over toward Emma, skirting Raven:: It's not so bad.. there's a trick to it... ::bends down, making a few adjustments to the tent:: Like so... and this? ::straightens it::
<Raven> It's engineered to be like that...flexible...light weight. ::strides over to her back pack and unzips it to retrieve some cooking ware::
<Catzy> ::dumps the log on the ground and runs off into the trees again:: wood.. wood.. wood..
<Emma> ::Smiles faintly at Pietro.:: Thank you... I'm under the belief that nature created cities to keep me away from it.
<Pietro> ::smirks and shakes his head slightly::
<Pietro> ACTION> KURT SPIES SOMETHING ON THE GROUND THAT GLISTENS ODDLY AMIDST THE GREENERY
<Catzy> ::peeks over a bush to look at Kurt:: ((catzy found blue boy!)) ::picks up a small pebble to throw::
<Raven> ::pulls out an assortment of ziplocked bags containing dried food:: ((Survival skills...stepping up their training in their powers would do more to help their survival skills than a camping trip))
<Kurt> ::blinks, kneeling down to get a closer look:: ((What could that be? Trash?))
<Emma> ::Looks about, her annoyed look returning to her features.::
<Catzy> ::throws the small stone at a tree near Kurt::
<Pietro> ACTION> KURT FINDS A PIECE OF BROWN PLASTIC... IT LOOKS LIKE A BOTTLE CAP OR LENS CAP OF SOME KIND.
<Kurt> ::carefully balances his pile of wood with one arm as he reaches out to grab it.. then gives a start, rising up to rest on the heels of his feet as he quickly turns his head towards the tree::
<Raven> ::gathering the cooking supplies and returns to the fire pit:: Just because this a camping trip does not mean it will be for pure recreation. Tonight we will have a short astronomy lesson with a quiz at the end and tomorrow we will collect biological samples from the river.
<Catzy> ::holds her mouth trying not to giggle too loud::
<Raven> ::kneels down and begins assembling the wood gathered thus far into a suitable fire::
<Emma> Why does astronomy matter?
<Kurt> ::narrows his eyes, slowly turning on his heels to look around the area:: ((...))
<Pietro> ACTION> CATZY CATCHES THE SCENT OF UNFAMILIAR PEOPLE, SOMEWHERE BEYOND KURT
<Raven> Because Mr. Lensherr put it on the lesson plan.
<Catzy> ::peeks her head up to look at what Kurt is doing:: ((..?)) ::stands up fully, scratching her nose as she looks around::
<Emma> ::Sighs irritably.:: I see.
<Pietro> So we're free until tonight, then, Ms Darkholme?
<Kurt> ..I should have guessed. ::shakes his head as he also stands, using both arms to balance the wood again::
<Catzy> ::walks disinterestedly towards Kurt and then past him, sniffing the air again::
<Raven> ::stands up brushing off her knees:: Dinner will be at 6. Astronomy will be at 9. Those who pass the quiz will be able to have these things called marshmallows Mr Lensherr insisted on...and if you've set up your tent, you are free until then.
<Raven> Don't wander off too far.
<Kurt> ::blinks, watching her:: ...Katze? What are you doing?
<Pietro> It's not like I'm going to be late. ::grins::
<Catzy> ::stops a few steps past Kurt:: Catzy smell something
<Pietro> ACTION> CATZY AND KURT SEE MOTION THROUGH THE TREES, ALTHOUGH IT'S HARD TO TELL IF IT'S JUST BRANCHES MOVING IN A BREEZE, OR SOMETHING ELSE.
<Emma> Marshmallows? ::Looks a bit taken back and then shakes her head.::
<Catzy> ::quickly turns her head in the direction of the movement::
<Kurt> ::speaking a bit softer, staring towards where he saw the motion:: What is it? An.. animal?
<Raven> ::morphs her hiking shorts into a pair of blue jeans:: ((Much better...)) ::returns to fussing with the cooking gear::
<Catzy> ::shakes her head:: people Catzy not know
<Emma> ::Dusts off her khaki jeans and moves east.::
<Kurt> ::takes a step back:: Ach ...There aren't supposed to be people around here... are there?
<Catzy> ::shrugs:: Catzy doesn't know
<Kurt> ...We have to tell Raven. Come on! ::turns, starting back towards the campsite::
<Pietro> ACTION> CATZY CAN HEAR FAINT VOICES, BUT SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE.
<Catzy> ::scratches her head a moment and runs after Kurt:: Catzy hears voices talking weird
<Raven> ::stands up again glancing towards the woods:: ((How long does it take to collect wood?))
<Pietro> ACTION> ALTHOUGH THE UNUSUAL 'EMPTINESS' IS THROWING HER OFF SOMEWHAT, EMMA GETS THE SENSE THAT STRANGERS ARE SOMEWHERE NEARBY... MORE AND MORE OF THEM, AS HER AWARENESS SHARPENS
<Kurt> ::just shakes his head, quickening his pace as he gets closer to the campsite, the wood he's carrying all but forgotten:: Raven...! Dicke Luft!
<Raven> ::narrows her eyes as she strains her ears to catch Kurt's words and then calls out:: Pietro...Emma...return to camp...
<Catzy> ::sprints past Kurt, jumping a few times to stop:: Catzy smell strange people and Catzy hear strange words
<Pietro> ::looks up, questioningly::
<Raven> ::looks down at Catzy and then to Kurt for verification of her words::
<Emma> ::Heads quickly back to camp.:: There are a lot of them...
<Kurt> ::realizes that he's still carrying the wood, and carelessly drops it next to the fire pit:: There was something moving, too.
<Raven> Emma, can you tell who they are?
<Emma> ::Closes her eyes to try and focus on one of the many minds.::
<Raven> ((Who would be traveling in this remote of an area?)) Are you sure it wasn't just an animal?
<Kurt> ::looking back towards the trees, with a slight scowl:: Animals don't leave behind der kitsch.
<Pietro> ACTION> EMMA CAN'T QUITE FOCUS, ALTHOUGH SHE CATCHES GLIMPSES OF WHAT LOOK LIKE MILITARY UNIFORMS OF SOME KIND.
<Pietro> Where did you sense them? ::glances from Emma, to Kurt and Catzy:: I'll check it out..
<Emma> They're... might be with the army, I'm not sure.
<Raven> Pietro wait...
<Raven> Which way did you say they were coming from?
<Pietro> ::raises a brow, stopping mid-step::
<Pietro> ((Could've checked and been back by now...))
<Kurt> ::pauses for a moment, then points in the general direction of where him and Catzy were before::
<Raven> We're not going to take any chances...we're going to head in the oposite direction, swing around and then make it back to the Wundagore. Follow me... ::starts in the opposite direction::
<Catzy> Catzy hungry.. ::follows along after Raven::
<Raven> Extra credit to anyone who can name 5 splinter ethnic groups to emerge out of the collapse of the Austrio-Hungarian empire...
<Kurt> ... ::starts walking after the others::
<Pietro> ACTION> RAVEN SPOTS MOTION AMONG THE TREES, IN THE DIRECTION SHE'S HEADED. IT TAKES A MOMENT TO REALIZE MEN IN 'CAMO' ARE STARING TOWARDS THE GROUP, SLINKING LOW TO SURROUND THE CAMPSITE.
<Raven> ::stops, eyes darting around searching for a readible escape route:: *whispers* I belive we are surrounded...stay calm
<Pietro> ::sharp movements, turning his head from side to side to spot the hidden figures, scowls:: What are they doing here...?
<Catzy> ::hisses and stares::
<Kurt> ::blinks, then starts to slowly lower himself into a crouch::
<Pietro> ACTION> ABOUT TEN MEN STAND UP, TRAINING RIFLES ON THE GROUP. THEY SLOWLY MOVE FORWARD, COMING INTO VIEW AT THE EDGE OF THE CLEARING... EMMA SENSES TENSION AND FEAR FROM THEM.
<Raven> ::eyes widen slightly:: ((Ten...soviet styled rifles...)) [[What do you want?]] ::attempts to communicate in German::
<Catzy> ::clings to Pietro:: Catzy scared
<Pietro> <Leader> ::shouts, speaking a dialect only Raven can understand most of:: [[Who are you?! What are you doing here? Lie down!]] ::he shades his eyes, muttering something about 'monsters' to the men at his side::
<Kurt> ::tenses up for a jump, keeping an eye on the men as he tries looking around for the rest:: ((Verdammt..))
<Pietro> ::tenses, fists balling at his sides, before responding in the same tongue:: [[You're on private land! You have no permission to be here!]]
<Raven> [[I am a teacher, and these children are my students...]] ::realizes she is in her normal blue self guise:: ((I can't protect them...too many to take on at once..)) ::starts to lie down:: *whispers* get down on the ground...
<Emma> ::Stands stubbornly for a moment.::
<Pietro> <Leader> [[Now!! I don't care who you are, freaks!]] ::barks out something at his men::
<Catzy> ::slowly gets on her knees::
<Raven> ::kneeling on the ground:: *hisses* Pietro...this is really isn't a good time to argue...
<Pietro> ::eyes narrow:: They shouldn't be here... they have no right... ::slowly starts to crouch down::
<Raven> *whispers* I am trying to keep up from getting shot... [[Please, these are just children, despite what they may look like...children...]]
<Emma> ::Suddenly kneels on the ground, glaring at the men sharply while she is.::
<Raven> ((Keep emphasizing children...Emma! Do you think you have it in you to distract them?))
<Catzy> ::shivers in fear:: Catzy want to go hoem
<Pietro> ACTION> THE MEN ADVANCE OUT OF THE TREES, SUSPICIOUSLY
<Kurt> ((Lie down?)) ::brow furrows, then presses himself a bit lower to the ground, but still in a crouch::
<Pietro> <Leader> [[Stop talking amongst yourselves!! Hands behind your heads!]]
<Emma> {{I'll try...}} ::Tries to focus on influancing what the leader is seeing/beliving.::
<Pietro> ACTION> MOST OF THE MEN HAVE THEIR GUNS TRAINED ON RAVEN AND KURT, WHILE SURROUNDING THE GROUP. TWO STOP NEAR EMMA, SMIRKING DOWN AT HER AND MAKING A FEW REMARKS SHE DOESN'T NEED TO SPEAK THE LANGUAGE TO UNDERSTAND. THE LEADER OF THE GROUP GLANCES AROUND, SEEMING MILDLY DAZED.
<Raven> ::slowly lifts her hands as ordered eyeing the leader:: ((Get him to step closer to me...once I tackle him, tell the others to run...))
<Emma> ::Focuses on the leader, trying to give him the suggestion to go closer to Raven, trying to ingore the commenting men.::
<Pietro> ACTION> ONE OF THE MEN SHOVES EMMA IN THE RIBS WITH HIS BOOT TOE, SEEMING ANNOYED THAT SHE IS IGNORING THEM. THEY LAUGH.
<Kurt> ((At least this is a step above getting ticks.))
<Pietro> ACTION> PIETRO GLARES AT THE MEN, HISSING SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH THAT MAKES THEM TURN AND LOOK AT HIM ANGRILY
<Catzy> ::slowly scoots away from Pietro::
<Pietro> <Leader> ::mops his sweaty forehead with a hand, grunting something under his breath:: [[Round them up. We'll take them back to base and question them there.]]
<Emma> ::Grits her teeth, still ingoring them outwardly, losing focus on bothering the leader.::
<Pietro> ACTION> THE MEN MOTION FOR THEM TO RISE, PRODDING WITH THEIR RIFLES. ONE GRABS EMMA BY THE HAIR, ROUGHLY, TO PULL HER TO HER FEET.
<Catzy> ::slowly stands, her tail kicking up dirt as it moves back and forth::
<Emma> ::Glares at the man, trying to get to her feet quickly to ease the pain.::
<Raven> ::rises to her feet eyeing the men rough handling Emma out of the corner of her eye:: ((If I did not have half a dozen guns aimed at my persons I'd certainly teach them a thing or two about respect..))
<Kurt> ::remains tensed as he slowly rises, his own tail almost twitchy::
<Pietro> <Soldier> ::tugs at Emma's hair again, for emphasis:: [[Hey, I don't think she's one of them. She looks normal, y'know?]]
<Emma> Stop it! ::Hisses at the man, looking sorely tempted into smacking him.:: {{What is he saying?}}
<Catzy> make them go away!
<Pietro> ::tense and angry, rises to his feet again:: [[Keep your filthy hands off them, you dogs. You want to point your guns at someone, why don't you try me?]] ::calculating smirk::
<Raven> ((They don't think you are a mutant...and I believe they find your quite attractive...I suggest you show them otherwise...))
<Pietro> <Soldier2> [[He said no talking!]] ::strikes Catzy in the face with the muzzle of the rifle, painfully::
<Raven> ::closes her eyes shut for a brief moment, sighing, for she knows what is coming next::
<Kurt> ::bunches his hands into fists, doing his best to glare at all the gunmen at once:: ((..Why aren't we doing anything!?))
<Emma> ::Closes her eyes, focusing on the mind of Soldier two, trying to send a sensation of pain through him.::
<Catzy> ::falls over, crying::
<Pietro> ACTION> EMMA'S HAVING DIFFICULTY CONCENTRATING ON SINGLE MINDS, IN HER STATE OF MIND
<Raven> ::lunges at the nearest soldier, grabbing him and then trying to twirl with the momentum to bring his body about to act as a shield for incoming fire:: Run!
<Catzy> ::lies curled up on the ground::
<Pietro> ACTION> THE LEADER SHOUTS, AND A STACCATO HAIL OF SHOTS CAN BE HEARD IN RAPID SUCCESSION. PIETRO BLURS INTO MOTION.
<Kurt> ::tries to teleport up onto one of the lower branches of a tree not too far from the others::
<Emma> ::Tries to rip away from the soldier and runs to Catzy, trying to help pick her up, she shoots a share of malice at the soldier and tries to send the sesation of suffering once again.::
<Pietro> ACTION> KURT TELEPORTS, AND BULLETS WHIZZ THROUGH THE SMOKE HE LEFT BEHIND, SPINNING LITTLE TRAILS OF VAPOR BEHIND. PIETRO, SPEEDING, SEEMS TO BE MOVING IN AN ERRATIC PATTERN THROUGH THE GROUP UNTIL HIS FEET HIT A SLIPPERY PATCH OF GRASS AND HE HITS THE GROUND, HARD. A SPLIT SECOND LATER, MYSTIQUE FEELS TWO SHOTS HIT HER, ONE IN THE LEG, ONE IN THE SIDE.
<Pietro> ACTION> EMMA FEELS AN UNUSUAL SPIKE IN HER OWN ENERGY, PARTLY FUELED BY ADRENALINE AND PARTLY BY ANGER--WHATEVER IT IS, RIPS OUT OF HER IN VISIBLE RIPPLES OF GLOWING LIGHT, AND THE FOUR SOLDIERS CLOSEST TO HER CRUMPLE, FACES BLANK.
<Raven> ::stumbles backwards to the ground loosing her grip of the soldier she sprang at::
<Kurt> ::crouches on the branch he landed on, hanging on with both hands and feet, peering intently back towards the fight::
<Pietro> ::curses, scrambling back to his feet, letting the bullets he caught fall from his hand:: Ms Darkholme!
<Pietro> ACTION> ONE OF THE SOLDIERS DARTS FORWARD, CRACKING EMMA IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BUTT OF HIS RIFLE. SHE PASSES OUT.
*********SIM END*********