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Moment of Awesome - April Parker/Mayhem: When the X-Men are deployed to find their missing residents, April and Maya's team up has April taking the lead on taking down questioning the hunters they encounter. The Scotsman's attention was fixed on April. He no longer looked amused. His words came out in a growl. "That was my favorite axe. Me mum gave it to me." A man roughly the same dimensions as a bear should not have been able to move so quickly. Drawing two hatchets from either side of his belt, the hunter charged April like a freight train. To a person with normal reflexes the sight of the two weapons swinging for their knees might have been a lethal distraction from the blade of the katana swinging for their neck. Some people were not very smart. April didn't duck so much as she flowed around the trio of sharp objects aiming for her. Tendrils shot out, wrapping around the hands holding those two hatchets and squeezing until there was a satisfying crunch and howl. The katana missed. The hatchets dropped to the ground, useless. And the low whistle that signified a dart was missed in the mess of symbiote chuckle, howls of pain, and the cursing of a would-be ninja. But the aim was spot on, and the tiny dart punctured April's neck with a barely-felt pinch. Unfortunately for the hunters, April wasn't just a mutant. The woman turned with an enraged roar as the liquid in the dart hit her system, pushing her human brain down and bringing out the most primal, instinctive part of her DNA. And... some of Mayhem's more unique cravings. She wrapped a black, claw-tipped hand around the younger man, hoisting him upwards while she grinned. "WHAT. NOBODY WANTS TO EAT YOUR EYES, SPORT. WE'RE NOT UNREASONABLE." Her tongue left a trail of green behind as it licked a swipe across the man's face, and she tilted her head sideways at his disgusted expression. "I ONLY WANT TO EAT YOUR BRAINS." His eyes had just seconds to go wide before teeth chomped down, crunching the whole thing like a satisfying one-bite snack while tossing the body carelessly to the side. A squawk of fear had her turning back towards the Scotsman. Her neck elongated, stretching until her face was right in his. "WHERE DID YOU TAKE MY CAT, THIEF." The remaining hunter went white under the blank expanse of April's eyes. Dropping his gaze even a fraction would have shown him the gore dripping from her chin. "Stole nothing," he gulped, beard bobbing in desperation. "Just hired for the hunt. Beasts were already here." A talon-like claw tipped his chin back. "YOU CHOSE YOUR HUNT POORLY." The milky whites stared at him without blinking, even as the claw pressed hard enough to break skin. Green drool dripped onto his face. The rumbling noise that came from the monster was decidedly displeased as it continued to stare down. "LAST TIME: WHERE. IS. MY. CAT."