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Horrifying was about the only word Kurt could think of to describe the scene before him. And even that did not do it justice.
No, there were truly no words he could find to describe the screams that filled his ears, Xavier's desperate pleading for mercy as Logan’s skeleton was ripped out from underneath his skin.
Kurt had jested with Logan before how they should reconsider bringing him along to face the master of magnetism, but he did not expect it to play out like this.
Logan’s remarks from their earlier conversation rang true. Or at least Kurt liked to believe it was true—that deboning a man requires a certain amount of concentration where even Magento’s unrivaled ability to multitask falters.
The pressure metal sheet that had pinned him to the wall eased ever-so-slightly. Enough that it did not press into his body, enough to wriggle out if he so wanted.
Enough to teleport without dragging along with him.
It was a breath of a chance, only granted by Logan’s agony.
In that breath, the strong stench of brimstone filled the air.
In that breath, his fist landed squarely on Magento’s head. Not enough to knock him out, but enough to daze. To break his concentration a little more, just so he could—as the stench of brimstone filled the air once more—rip the helmet off Xavier.
There was no time to think about the implications of his actions—Bastion, the sentinels, the EMP, what Xavier would do once the helmet was off. Kurt ran solely on instinct, as he had on Genosha. Just as he had swiftly grabbed Rogue and Magento to port them out of harm’s way, he did the same to protect Logan.
Everything else, in that breath of a moment, felt secondary.