//Guardians, do what you can to sandbag the guardsmen and move the X-Men in the right direction. Phoenix-girl, shut down any telepathy you've got going on. I'll handle Kallark.// Alex broadcasts to all the friendlies, before broadcasting only to Azura.
//Hey pretty lady, I'm about to do something I shouldn't. Gonna need someone to catch me before I hit the ground in a moment.//
Alex's skin begins to turn slightly green as he focuses his thoughts inward. He dredges up every time he thought he was going to die on a mission, every time he thought he was going to lose a man, every time he couldn't get everyone out through the door before it closed. He shapes them into a weapon. There's no shape like a bullet or a blade to it, just raw intent around galvanized despair.
He points it in the right direction, getting ready to release it, even as he can feel the cerebral hemorrhage start.
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