That’s No Soulsword [Magik]
it was the day after he’d caught his first pokemon, someone had told him je was called a honedge, however he’d taken to calling him x-calibur. It was a cheesy name, but the best thing he could come up with on the spot. Maybe he should have thought a bit more on it.
either way, he was here now, and he couldn’t exactly change it anymore probably.
staring at the sword hovering in front of him, he began talking.
“alright, when you tried to beat me up yesterday, you were very strong, I couldn’t keep up with you at all,” he explained, “but your technique was lacking, you were just trying to brute force your w-”
it was at about that time x-calibur simply floated off, slowly at first, but then getting faster, leaving scott to chase after, and eventually lose him.
it took him a while to find the sword, but when he did it appeared to be staring someone down. Suprisingly she was someone he knew. Another member of the x-men.
“Magik,” he shouted as he ran in between them to hopefully stop them from fighting. “sorry about him, he’s kind of uh... impulsive I guess”