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 Illyana's portal opened just enough for the pissed off Queen of Limbo to reach her armored hand through, grab the stranger's ankle, and yank, pulling her backwards through the tiny space and back into fighting range. "Nyet." One word, practically spit out, and a booted foot tapping angrily on the floor. "You do not have permission to exit building. You will cease fighting and submit to questions, or will be forced to take. your. head. Make wise choice, interloper." Her body settles into a ready position, whether that means fight, port, or restrain. The interloper stops here. The body language of the girl was all feral animal, fight or flight. She grabbed a handful of what was floor a moment ago and threw it at the Queen’s face in an attempt at diversion, yanking her foot and rolling away. A force launched her up into the air and onto the high ceiling, away from the reach of swords and fists. Upside down, she tried for the door again. A portal formed between the girl and the door, and Illyana got half of her body out before it was twisting around her, making her trip and fall out of the girl's path. The portal twisted and writhed around her as she struggled fruitlessly. Her burning, angry eyes promised retribution for this humiliation, and the overlay of the demonic visage that lurked beneath flashed around her body in a bright nimbus before receding into her body. As this was happening, the visitor dropped from the ceiling, hard. Blood was dripping from both nostrils now, and there was a large crack as she hit the ground. Her pilgrimage to the door neared its end, however, as she practically limped the rest of the way. She spared a glance back at Illyana and Namor and Molly, triumphant, before nearly blowing the doors off their hinges with a touch. And then she was gone into the light, leaving the wreckage in her wake. |
