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 Stumbling with a kind of surprise that he was rarely caught in, North dove and front-flipped off the table, booted feet landing solidly in the middle of a pool of blood. Given how difficult it was to wash out blood and gut from clothes, his annoyance was probably justified. His heart rate was elevated to the point where it should have translated to nervousness were he not preoccupied with the flashing visions in his head. Blue irises were now hidden behind a film of white and North strode forward, ducking whatever shit it was that the crazy kid was flinging at him, bullets flying from his gun despite knowing that most of them wouldn't hit. That was fine. He only needed the one to meet its mark. The smaller man dodged again, and then was shot in the shoulder. He didn't even pause really, just cocked his head to the side. "Ow," he said with a grin, and then jumped, reaching for a bit of piping and slamming North in the face with his boots. He dropped as North staggered, and hit him with several precise blows, gut, chest, and a roundhouse kick. The moves bespoke practice and discipline, the power behind them was less so. It seemed like he was almost drunk with glee as he registered how strong he really was. One final blow and North was sent flying. "Could it be true, then? A whole group of you? I understand now, I understand." The smile was wide, the empty, ruined eyes looking halfway insane. "You're so much fun. I'm so happy." His glove came away with blood when North wiped at his mouth, but the mutant merely mirrored that half-crazed grin, bloodied teeth eerie in the green light, fingers tightening over his weapons. "Glad to be of service." He rolled forward, jumping over pieces of broken furniture and bones, catching the smaller figure by the shoulders and swinging him around. Arms moving a little too fast to catch, North pistol whipped him with the gun and drove his dagger into the hard tissue of his back, no mercy left. When all he got in response was another creepy giggle, North gritted his teeth against a shudder and grabbed him by the waistband of his pants. With little effort, the precog hauled him over his shoulder and launched him through the glass window like a javelin that flew true. The glass shattered, taking the smaller man with it. Precious seconds ticked by, but the smaller man did not reappear. The wheelhouse was again calm, save for the dead and North. White film slowly receded to reveal cold blue irises that he cast once around the bloodied room. Then North turned sharply on his heel and left in search of his teammates, leaving behind only a trail of crimson footprints and the carnage of a mad being.
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