Why are we messing with pebbles and golf balls, Lorna wondered, hefting the small ball in her hand and staring at the fading bruise int the shape of a large hand that curled around Meghan's exposed upper arm. We should just kill them.
She took a deep breath, realized she was seeing red, and lowered her eyes, carefully focusing on the divots on the ball. Even Jean would probably be pissed about murder charges right about now.
"Let's show these assholes they don't mess with one of us," she said finally, her smile still slightly evil, if not full on Magneto murderous.