Emma Frost vs Regina Mills
Frost lifted her hand to shield herself from the rock, which came down hard on her arm. She stumbled backwards, which absorbed just enough of the shock to save her from a broken radius bone. Regaining her footing she switched which hand held the knife and lifted it defensively, pointing it at Regina. Her heart was pounding hard enough against the inside of her ribs to make her chest ache. Of course, it was twice as likely that the hurt she felt was simply her body slowly closing around the swell of shock and grief that threatened to overtake her.
When Scott had died in her arms, succumbing to the poison of the terrigen mists, Emma had summoned all of her strength to use her powers and show the world a death that the mighty mutant Cyclops had deserved. Knowing that mutants needed Scott, and needed her, had kept her from falling apart there and then, but it had taken everything she had. There was nothing left. No sorrow, or mercy or hopefulness. They were all in this ring to die or kill and she’d just lost the only person she might have been merciful for. The only person she would’ve died for.
Emma lunged forward, bringing herself in close to Regina and sliding the knife upwards beneath the woman’s ribs in the same quick motion. Consequences or constitution be damned. None of Hank’s work towards community and helped him here. It hadn’t slowed down the person, whoever they were, that killed him and so she didn’t see the point in upholding it now.
“I’m sorry.” She told Regina as she stepped away, wrenching her knife loose. “I’m sorry for all of this.”