A raven was a carrion bird and a portent of war, a black bird that picked over the dead once the shouting and screaming was over. Mystique walked through the smoking destruction and debris of Utopia, wondering just how apt she had been named. She had been too late to warn this sanctuary of what was happening, and could not only decide between picking over the area for anyone still alive or breaking speed to Xavier's to spare Anna Marie.
A loud clang warned her she wasn't alone and she saw the automatons out of her peripheral. WEll, looked like there was still someone one to play with. She drew her guns and opened fire, determined to take as many as she could with her.