Scott just turned his head and tracked Alex with the beam. Alex ground his teeth and switched direction, throwing his weight against Scott's legs and dragging his brother to the ground. He'd expected the shock of the fall to snap Scott out of whatever insanity had claimed him, but Cyclops just tipped his head so that the blast coming through his visor was aimed directly at Alex's head. The impact was agonising, worse than any punch and he fell away from his brother. His stomach lurched as he realised that Cyclops had switched the visor to the setting which allowed the most power to escape. It was a miracle the beams hadn't taken out the walls around them already.
Cyclops found his feet just a little quicker than Alex could, his movements smooth and natural in a way which forced Alex to rule out the idea that Scott was simply out of it on drugs, and, panicking, for the first time in years Alex used his power without conscious thought. The force was enough to send the older mutant crashing across the ground and Alex's heart leapt to his throat.
"Scott!"
He raced towards his brother, dropping to the ground beside him, relief flooding him as he took in the rise and fall of his brother’s chest and the flickering movements of his eyelids which indicated that Scott hadn’t been knocking into unconsciousness by the impact., "Shit! I'm sorry. Scott... I didn't... are you okay? Damnit, I just-"
Scott blasted him down the hall then got to his feet and reached to his visor with the obvious intent of repeating the action. Alex, suddenly terrified, rolled towards the wall, keeping low and trying to present as small a target as possible, his suit was clearly no match for Cyclops' raw power if the way his arm was hanging painful and limp by his side was any indicator and his brother wasn’t letting up. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he sprinted down the corridor, rounding two corners before yet another blast of concussive force sent his legs spinning out from under him. Cyclops approached him, not attacking, simply walking over and that, more than anything else, reassured Alex that Scott couldn’t be deliberately trying to harm him. Even if Cyclops had turned on his team, or turned on Alex, his tactical skill would have remained intact and yet he currently seemed to be relying on the sheer strength of his mutation. There was no way that Alex would win by running or physical fighting, not when his ribs were burning and he could feel the slow, sticky sensation of blood trickling from his temple and with one useless arm. Cyclops was almost on top of him now. Alex supposed that this satisfied any egotistical curiosity he'd possessed about which of them would win in a straight fight. Alex's partial immunity to his commander's powers would only hold up so long if he were pinned down under a continued barrage of concussive force. They're reached the end of the corridor, Cyclops was in front of him and a flight of stairs leading down to the reactor corridor was behind him, both of the passages to the side would only continue this violent chase. He took a deep breath, searching out where he assumed his brother's eyes would be.
"Sorry," he muttered, as he let loose a single blast of power, knocking his brother away from him and, unbalanced as he was, giving off enough kickback to send himself toppling backwards down the concrete steps.
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Opposition - Alex - Part 1b/3
Date: 2012-04-13 10:29 am (UTC)Cyclops found his feet just a little quicker than Alex could, his movements smooth and natural in a way which forced Alex to rule out the idea that Scott was simply out of it on drugs, and, panicking, for the first time in years Alex used his power without conscious thought. The force was enough to send the older mutant crashing across the ground and Alex's heart leapt to his throat.
"Scott!"
He raced towards his brother, dropping to the ground beside him, relief flooding him as he took in the rise and fall of his brother’s chest and the flickering movements of his eyelids which indicated that Scott hadn’t been knocking into unconsciousness by the impact., "Shit! I'm sorry. Scott... I didn't... are you okay? Damnit, I just-"
Scott blasted him down the hall then got to his feet and reached to his visor with the obvious intent of repeating the action. Alex, suddenly terrified, rolled towards the wall, keeping low and trying to present as small a target as possible, his suit was clearly no match for Cyclops' raw power if the way his arm was hanging painful and limp by his side was any indicator and his brother wasn’t letting up. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he sprinted down the corridor, rounding two corners before yet another blast of concussive force sent his legs spinning out from under him. Cyclops approached him, not attacking, simply walking over and that, more than anything else, reassured Alex that Scott couldn’t be deliberately trying to harm him. Even if Cyclops had turned on his team, or turned on Alex, his tactical skill would have remained intact and yet he currently seemed to be relying on the sheer strength of his mutation. There was no way that Alex would win by running or physical fighting, not when his ribs were burning and he could feel the slow, sticky sensation of blood trickling from his temple and with one useless arm. Cyclops was almost on top of him now. Alex supposed that this satisfied any egotistical curiosity he'd possessed about which of them would win in a straight fight. Alex's partial immunity to his commander's powers would only hold up so long if he were pinned down under a continued barrage of concussive force. They're reached the end of the corridor, Cyclops was in front of him and a flight of stairs leading down to the reactor corridor was behind him, both of the passages to the side would only continue this violent chase. He took a deep breath, searching out where he assumed his brother's eyes would be.
"Sorry," he muttered, as he let loose a single blast of power, knocking his brother away from him and, unbalanced as he was, giving off enough kickback to send himself toppling backwards down the concrete steps.