There's a crackle in the hangar, and the smell of, well, singed flesh and hair.
In a small part of his mind, the effort this will take to take care of his hair bothers him more than the pain.
Most of his mind is trying not to think, though, as he collapses to his knees on the floor and tries to breathe.
On the news broadcasts, the fight itself seems to ahve gone off without much attention, except for some comment about a very peculiar storm in the clouds, but one scary-looking mutant making that kind of entrance at a political function, killing a few politicians, and then being dragged away by another scary-looking mutant, one linked to Magneto, is certainly under discussion.
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