Bennet's brow furrowed. He had missed. While it wasn't an impossible scenario, it did make things a bit more difficult. The other mutant was springy and athletic. He did not want a game. He wanted Mirror. His left hand grasped at another baton and flicked it open. He stared at the other man furiously for a moment, letting his power fill him. First one foot, then the other touched down upon the rooftop. For the span of a heartbeat, he felt light as a feather.
He closed his eyes, Gambit's psionic imprint firmly in his mind. The batons lashed out toward the signature, twin steel serpents striking as one, guided by his mind rather than his arms. The toe of his boot scratched against the shingles as he slid forward, his own dance the counterpart to Gambit's. His was not to evade, but to entrap. His body turned and shifted as necessary to strike three more times in succession, each point of metal rod striking out toward the image he carried in his own mind.