"What are you..? Clever son of a bitch!" Holocaust is half angry, half impressed as Exodus manages to tear off a piece of Holocaust's containment suit. Holocaust screams as he holds the area in a vain attempt to keep his energy from escaping. "You win this round, Paris. You truly are one of the strong. But mark me, when Mageto has you playing Summer's game, you'll realize I'm more right than you'd care to admit."
Suddenly a black disc of some sort forms behind Holocaust. The armored mutant gives Exodus a parting sneer before floating through the hole. The object dissappeared the moment Holocaust went inside.
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