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Joanny_Hernandez11hCommentedColleen raised an eyebrow, confusion, replaced with suspicion, before giving way to consideration. "That's not a common choice. Most find it uncomfortable." She paused, observing Tyson's hands closely. "But there's a style, a form of kung fu, called Fu Jow Pai. Tiger Style. Its techniques are inspired by the strikes of a tiger's claws."- Joanny_Hernandez11hCommentedTyson turned to see an elderly man standing beside him, dressed in aviator glasses and a cardigan, his silver hair perfectly coiffed. The man had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes and a grin that told of countless stories and adventures. "I've seen a lot of things, been in a lot of places. More places than you might think."
- Joanny_Hernandez1dCommentedFrom his outstretched hands, a radiant stream of plasmoid energy shot out, more concentrated and forceful than anything Jubilee had ever produced. The brilliant energy beam roared like a fiery dragon, surging towards the wall. The impact was catastrophic, the castle wall vaporized upon contact, leaving a gaping hole amidst a cloud of dust and debris. The sheer power of the blast sent shockwaves through Limbo, shaking its very foundation.
- Joanny_Hernandez1dCommented
Hope he visits pops barbershop
And then there was Illyana. She had an intensity that couldn't be taught. She'd be a valuable asset to us. With a little guidance and a bit of molding... she could be exceptional. Yet, she had to tread carefully. First impressions matter. It was too soon to make any overt moves or reveal any intentions. They had to be introduced to our world, in their own time, when they were ready. - Joanny_Hernandez1dCommented
Like Madam Webb or The Spider assassin's ability to sense hostile future intentions
Then, like a flash of lightning, a vision flickered through his mind. He saw himself walking forward, rounding the corner of the alley, only to collide with a figure dressed in civilian clothing. The figure stumbled backward, surprised, but quickly recovered and faked a smile. - Joanny_Hernandez1dCommentedA cruel smile formed on the tentacled man's lips, revealing yellowed teeth. The tentacles tightened around Tyson, squeezing the breath from his lungs. As Tyson's vision darkened he struggled to inhale. The man leaned close, his voice a low, rumbling growl with a heavy Russian accent.
- Joanny_Hernandez1dCommentedThe corridor opened up into a room, and in the center stood a man. Surrounding him were five identical women, each impeccably dressed. Their blonde hair fell in perfect waves, cascading down their backs and framing their strikingly similar faces. Their icy blue eyes were sharp and intelligent, each set beneath delicately arched eyebrows. Their lips, a pale shade of pink, were set in expressions that seemed both aloof and intensely focused. These women moved with a synchronous grace, every gesture mirroring the others, giving an almost eerie sense of coordination. Their porcelain skin, flawless and almost glowing, stood out against their white dresses, creating an ethereal aura around them.
- Joanny_Hernandez1dCommentedHis eyes fixed on one of the helicopters. Channeling Jean's telekinesis, he stretched out his hand, feeling the immense psychic energy envelop the aircraft. Soldiers below looked up in confusion and terror as the chopper started wobbling erratically in the air. With a forceful pull, Tyson sent the helicopter crashing down amongst the soldiers in the yard.
- Joanny_Hernandez1dCommentedHe felt it deep in his core, an unwavering conviction that was shared among all the voices inside him. His mission was clear, defend The Institute. Nothing else mattered now but its protection.
- Joanny_Hernandez1dCommented
Always loved them as a couple.
Tyson, observing from a short distance away, noticed the subtle glances between them. Their body language spoke of a deeper connection. He couldn't help but wonder if there might be something more between the two. Strictly following bro-code, Tyson slipped out of the room, giving them some privacy while silently rooting for whatever might be blossoming between Logan and Storm. - Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedHer lips twitched into a slight frown, "Professor Munroe has always been harder for me to read, but just now it was much harder. I couldn't sense any of her thoughts," she admitted.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedThe net gently swayed in the breeze, and the tension still lingered as Tyson's feet met the familiar asphalt. He could've sworn he glimpsed Illyana stepping into a portal on the opposite side of the court. It was as if they were caught in some cosmic time loop, or as he suspected, this was his first glimpse at how time passed strangely while being inside Limbo.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedFollowing Jubilee's gaze, Tyson spotted a figure of cool, detached beauty approaching. Her skin was a delicate shade of porcelain which contrasted sharply with her intense blue eyes. Platinum blonde locks hung in a chic, modern style, framing her face perfectly. Her stride was a mix of self-assuredness and practiced grace. Those knee-high black boots made a statement with every step. Her fitted outfit was a blend of the latest fashion and rebellious edginess, which combined with her figure made heads turn.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedFollowing Jubilee's gaze, Tyson spotted a figure of cool, detached beauty approaching. Her skin was a delicate shade of porcelain which contrasted sharply with her intense blue eyes. Platinum blonde locks hung in a chic, modern style, framing her face perfectly. Her stride was a mix of self-assuredness and practiced grace. Those knee-high black boots made a statement with every step. Her fitted outfit was a blend of the latest fashion and rebellious edginess, which combined with her figure made heads turn.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedTyson watched the sway of their hips as they walked away, imagining that Jean knew he was doing so. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he followed the girls.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedBefore he could finish his sentence, Jubilee swung the door open fully, revealing another girl standing just behind her. His eyes widened slightly as he took her in. A figure with fiery red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Her deep-set eyes were a remarkable shade of green. An air of gentleness hung about her, a stark contrast to the palpable energy that Jubilee seemed to radiate. She wore a simple, fitted green dress that accentuated her slender figure and stopped just above her knees. Her bare arms were lean yet strong, adorned with a simple silver bracelet.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedTyson kept his gaze locked onto his reflection as he slowly unfurled his fingers. He let his mind return to Sabertooth's memories, remembering the glint of the monstrous mutant's deadly claws. There was a faint prickle at the tips of his fingers, followed by a sensation similar to pins and needles. Then, a more powerful jolt surged through his palms and down each digit as claws slid forth from his cuticles, overlaying his fingernails. They were each about three inches long, deadly sharp and curved, resembling those of a wild beast. He flexed them, feeling the danger radiating off his new appendages. Despite the sudden change, they felt surprisingly natural, as if they were always meant to be a part of him.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedThe door swung open wider to reveal a young woman in her late teens. She was dressed in a yellow trench coat, which was left unbuttoned to reveal a pink crop top that showed off her flat stomach. Her tight blue shorts highlighted her athletic build. Her black hair was cropped short, sticking up in places, giving her an edgy look. A pair of round sunglasses rested on her forehead, casting a rosy hue on her almond-shaped eyes. Her vibrant personality seemed to radiate off her, and her confident manner, and colorful sense of style, made her the kind of girl who turned heads wherever she went. Her mouth was curled into a cheeky grin, and her complexion revealed her Asian heritage.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedTyson caught a glimpse of the attacker. He was massive, a terrifying figure that dwarfed Wolverine. His long, matted blond hair cascaded around his broad shoulders. A wild beard added to his feral appearance. His eyes glowed an eerie amber, holding a predatory gleam that froze the blood in Tyson's veins. And the teeth were far too large for a human, pointed and sharp, reminiscent of the claws that extended from his fingertips.
- Joanny_Hernandez4dCommentedHis body twitched like he was one of the living dead. With a grimace that held more annoyance than pain, he slowly rose to his feet. He cracked his neck, the sound of Logan's bones relocating was grotesque and unnatural. His arms moved, manipulating bones back into their rightful positions. His legs straightened, the bones sliding back into place with an audible pop that had Tyson wincing in sympathy. A deep gash ran down the side of Logan's head, blood glistening against his matted hair. But even as Tyson watched, the wound puckered and closed, leaving behind only a streak of dried blood.