Re: Quicklog: Phoenix/Witch
[Those gold boots stepped easily into the room, telekinesis holding her millimeters above the surface. She could sense every atom in the room, feel every bond that held them together, and Jean could tell every surface in this iced over fortress was wrong. It went against the order of the universe, and from inside the redhead, Phoenix flared. Phoenix was concerned with its own well-being and the threat that Scarlet Witch posed. Jean, on the other hand, was far more worried about what seemed to have happened to Wanda.
She took confident steps, the air around her feet combusting into flame, and the inferno behind Jean's eyes stared into the flickering red and gold of Wanda's.] You never told me what to call you.