As the numbers dwindled from in front of the gate, single scuffles were breaking out all over the property, and John traded brief glances with Torrent over who should aim where. Troy no longer had to concentrate on his semi-bog that Bobby had frozen over, so John gestured to where Colossus, Wolverine and Britannic were holding their ground at the collapsed section of wall. Maybe the hydroman could keep the hole filled with something that wasn't cannibals.
Pyro turned so he was back to back (or close to it) with Torrent, and focused his attention inward - to the hand-to-hand combatants and the sneaky fuckers who had gotten past them. He and Iceman had noticed the stragglers near the same time, but he had no clue Bobby would abandon his task with the frozen lake and the ice-pops to play surfer dude overhead. Hell, he didn't even know the bastard could do that.
So when he saw Bobby Drake fall from the sky and land amongst some well-kept bullshit on Xavier's lawn, John grunted with annoyance. No freakin' way. Two bodies had landed, followed by a huge trail of frozen debris. John elbowed Torrent in the back of the arm and gestured to the popsicle before he grabbed the top of the ladder and hopped the first few rungs.
Troy had only taken a second to look away from the waterfall he was coursing through the opening - Bobby was down. He moved to touch his headset but John was already leaping from the tower. Holy shit! He focused back in on the attack at the opening, flicking his eyes back to Pyro every few seconds. Debt much?
John landed with his feet shoulder-width apart and lowered his arms in a swooping motion, so that when they raised back up, the flames from his lines were alight in his palms. Before he could make it halfway to the crash site, there were three of the Darkseekers (what the shit kind of name is that, anyway?) headed straight for the Iceman. He narrowed his eyes and raised his chin before twisting his heels into the ground and taking off in a dead run. As he moved, the flames in his hands grew, and fifteen feet from Bobby's body, he aimed.
The fire erupted from his hands and flew outward, streams combining to one ball of rolling fire power that took out the two who were leaping through the air - aiming to land and have some ice cream.
The third, however, waited. Its fellows were pushed backward by the blast and severely burnt, but it kept low and dodged the brunt of the shot.
This pissed John off. "Fuck you!" he yelled, unnecessarily, and picked up his pace once more. He set loose with another burst of flames, and when he reached Bobby, he didn't slow, but leapt simultaneously as the creature, knocking shoulders and tangling together within his own fire. They nearly spun, and it screamed an inhuman scream at the pain of the burns on its skin, and clung to Pyro as they fell back to the ground with a harsh thud.