Unknown to Charlemagne, the specially designed carbonite bursts had effortlessly been dealt with by the flame throwing mutant. Their freezing potency apparently having been calibrated with miscalculation. Never the less, the escalation of various T-Sent models descending upon the chaotic battle firing a plethora of mutant killing ordinances if for no other reason then to occupy the heat generating mutants time. Oversized frames and state of the art equipment made them more then formidable, but no doubt little more then a nuisance for such a powerful carrier of the X-Gene.
Luckily the evolutionary inherent healing factor of the Arashikage silently quelled the attempted spontaneous combustion on a micro-biological level. Allowing the mutant hater to concentrate his efforts on the feral tempered beast before him. In a flash they hit the ground. Charlemagne receiving a double fisted slam to the back on the way down before being impaled. Roaring out in pain, he arched up. Blood streaming from his wounds as well as being spit from his mouth as he cried out. Instantly however he regained his combat composure looking to bring the hammer down with his elbow as the clawed mutant's face was now exposed as a result of his successful impalement.
Looking at the boiling puddles at her feet Destiny did feel a mild sense of alarm, not so much out of fear but acknowledgment. Those freezing projectiles they had used in the second barrage were flawlessly designed, or at least close to it. Through Arcani training the rounds were reduced to nothing but that was the only reason why. It was ice being thrown into the sun; against almost any other fire-oriented mutant they probably would have effectively downed the target. Only more reason to resent these men; this wasn’t what it should be. If the Yard was out to be ready incase metahumans or more precisely mutants got out of hand Destiny would understand. If these were to be the evolution of the Cape Killers she could accept it. These people though were only arming themselves for one thing, mutant extinction. It was time to get serious.
Leaping into the air the crimson haired mutant would become a blur of motion almost seaming to defy gravity with the amount of time she hung. Numerous wires would come from her outfit, like a puppeteers strings the micro thin durable silver cords would be used to coil around their limbs. Landing on a radio tower above the Choir member would seemingly conduct an orchestra. Using unbelievable muscle control the machines would be manipulated towards each other. So that in the split second they shot at Requiem they would instead open fire on each other. In a shower of steel bullets and half manufactured machines the T Sents would clash with one another. The attack was not flawless however no matter how successful she was when the telepath looked down a hole would be in her gut from a rudimentary rail gun weapon. Khuenaten training would make her body slowly start mending the damage and allow her to shrug off the pain. She would also cauterize what damage was irrelevant at the point in time.
“If its Claws vs. you and the Yard vs. me I swear chivalry and class will go out the door.” The words were almost mocking but serious. If it was to be her against an army she would begin to just unleash the solar like qualities of her mutant potential. It would be a symphony of destruction, like Mozart if he conducted war instead of played piano.
(Sorry for delays)