Fucking insanity. That's what was happening before him. Scott had been in some intense situations before (the mission in January to save Sunspot came to mind), but he hadn't seen a disaster such as this in all of his years. They had been devastated within minutes. Firing both blasts from his visor and from his cure weapon, Scott had attempted to remain as close to the door as possible. He noted as well that Northstar and Psylocke were making their ways back toward the exit. Shadowcat and Colossus were both nestled off to the side, looking as much in disbelief as he was sure he did. "I'm on it," Cyclops was headed for Jean-Paul before he saw Storm get taken down as she reached for Mars. No, that wasn't going to happen. Not Storm.
The general consensus was 'we have to leave' and he couldn't have agreed more. However, he wasn't leaving anyone. He hadn't wanted to the last time, and he wouldn't have had he not been dragged out by Nightcrawler. "Keep shooting!" he ordered Northstar after making eye contact. The Canadian had been bitten, and he looked like he was going to pass out. Scott needed someone conscious, damn it. He tossed his gun to Jean-Paul and hoped the Canuck could fire both at once through the pain. He focused his attack on his beams, working to clear back the group pursuing Psylocke first, then he changed his angle to clear the group from around Mars and Storm. They both looked near unconsciousness. God damn it. He'd need Piotr. As he neared the pair, he heard Ororo call his name and his jaw clenched down with determination. Peripheral vision lost on the bespectacled man, he made a beeline for the spot on the floor were Ororo was sprawled. A few feet before he reached Mars, he was knocked backwards so hard that it cleared the wind from his lungs and caused him to double over where he landed. A roar rang out through the air. From where he was now slumped, Scott witnessed three Darkseekers get launched into the air and fly above him, over into aisles of bookshelves. The shelves began to domino, pushing back the remaining forces of Darkseekers and causing a terrible racket. Either something had saved him, or something had saved him so it could eat him itself. His visor was knocked askew, and he struggled to move his arms so he could right it. He had to see what (or who?) was responsible for reworking his fate.