Re: Quicklog: Phoenix/Witch
[Jean threw up an outstretched hand to create a telekinetic shield, expecting to brace herself for a blast from that scarlet light. She was wrong. The air around her grew thick and dense, weighing her down, making her movements feel as though she were underwater. It was even difficult to breathe.
Oh, but she knew the name. Jean was supposed to have an eidetic memory, and for the most part she did, but when she held memories from several beings inside her, they often got mixed up. Still the name itself screamed chaos inside of her, and Phoenix screeched.
Her hand fell, slow. Too slow. The flames of the cosmic force sprung up around Jean, Phoenix taking form as fiery wings spread through the room, raptor-sharp eyes piercing as the two beings spoke as one, Jean's voice bleeding into the edges of the universe. A warning. She didn't want to hurt Wanda.] Enough. Let her go, Chthon. Let her go, or be destroyed.