As Rogue was moving down the hall, her progress was stopped by an arm crashing through the wall in front of her. Punching, more accurately. Followed by a second... a third... and finally a fourth as a portion of the wall caved in and a man with four arms like a mockery of a spider stepped through. He looked around, found a very expensive looking pot that had yet to be smashed and picked it up. When he saw Rogue, he grimaced in self-hate and anger, throwing it at her head.