Mystique growled, having enough of Scott’s incompetence and let a fist fly, certain she’d knock him off his high horse.
With his hand already on his shades, Scott pulled them off as soon as he saw the fist coming at him. Her first connect with the side of his face, knocking him to the side. However, he snapped his neck right back to look in her direction, a blast being let loose directly at her.
“Back off!”
Mystique didn't listen to his warning and she didn't care about anything else he might have to say. Why should she? He was keeping her from her daughter and she wasn't about to take no for an answer. She saw him fall back only a little and had only just looked up in time to see the lazer blast aiming straight at her. Her eyes widened and she rolled out of its path, barely missing it, some of the beam singing and burning the side of her arm. "Dammit, Scott. I just want to see Rogue."
