Rogue reached out and touched the man's cheek with her fingers. She pulled back as the veins in his face and neck stretched, his emotions mixing with his friends. The brunette stumbled back, wincing slightly at the conflicting memories. She had to gain control. Hearing the clash of steel, Rogue looked up, green eyes worried. However, the man was one the ground and Remy was above him, dagger pointed at him menacingly. Even in the darkness, she could see the steak of blood across his cheek.
" I think so." She slowly made her way over to him, dagger falling from her hand as she shakingly pulled on one of her gloves. " You're hurt." She reached out and brushed the cut with a covered finger tip.