Helping Hand || Bobbi & Illyana
@agentmockingbird19
The news hit the mansion like a wave - it’s never like there’s a quiet night at Xavier’s, but the news practically rippled through the house. Left chaos in its wake as people panicked. Piotr tried to get her to wait, insisted that they get a team together and go to help. Illyana let him leave the room, promising nothing, before opening a disk for herself and summoning the Sword. No Dani, no Sam, no Piotr, no Katya - she needed none of them and no one to at least begin being helpful.
Mutants had enough of a reputation and enough derision leveled at them, but heroes being attacked now as well? Physically, in the press? It was intolerable, certain to bite the X-Men in particular sometime soon. Mutants and heroes, it could easily get to the point where even Limbo would seem welcoming in comparison to the potential hell that could be created here.
But hell, chaos, at the least that she knew infinitely well. She ruled a realm of chaos and fire and violence. This was her element. This was, quite literally, her domain. And Illyana went to it.
She arrived and promptly cast a spell to block a few bullets, glancing around for the largest part of the chaos to throw herself at. The woman on the floor getting stamped on was probably a good place to start. Illyana used the flat part of the Sword to physically push people back, trying to get to the woman determinedly and offering up a hand.
“My name is Magik. You look like you could use some assistance.”
