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Jean Grey ([info]alwaysjean) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-10-29 14:12:00

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Entry tags:halloween, jean grey, river tam

WHO: Jean Grey & River Tam
WHEN: Saturday Night
WHAT: Defending London from the Uruk Hai
WHY: Because screw you logic, that's why



It had been way too long since Jean had flown.

It had also been a long time since she had used her Phoenix gifts to light enemies on fire, but that was far less enjoyable. When this was over, whatever this was, she'd have to make a point of doing it more.

But first, there was work to be done. Some of it was merely ridiculous, like the giant rabbits and singing plants. But vampires and werewolves and these strange goblin men she faced now were terrifying.

Or would be, if she was a different woman. This destruction and terror just made her angry. Very angry.



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[info]dancingmind
2011-10-30 06:32 pm UTC (link)
Fire, up ahead. Fire attracted. Poor little moths drawn to their glowing deaths.

Darker things were around her, running away from the fire in search of easier prey. Like the mermaid with the bare feet. Walking on knives. But her feet didn't hurt, even if she was out of her element.

One of them smirked, growling, holding up an axe.

River regarded him. Not out of her element then. She knew this dance. When he stepped forward, clearly expecting her to turn and run, she side-stepped, kicked him with a dancer's kick, directed force, find the weakest spot. Under the neck, winding him so he staggered backwards. Another ran forward and she ducked, sweeping his legs out so he fell sprawling, his short sword clattering to the ground.

River picked it up and started to dance.

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