Xavier stood up naked, wet, and extrely enraged. He was oblivious to his nakedness. His main priority was beating the shit out of the freaks that stood before him.
’Dammit," Theron snarled in frustration. "No human has broken out of this pod! How! What are you!"
Xavier glared at him, the gauntlet secured on his hands, blue lightning crackling around it. "I’m the guy that will make you wish you’d never been born!"
Theron backed out, stumbling wildly. He cursed before turning to where Bignath stood.
"Kill him!" He snarled. "If Vardos hears about this, he’ll have our fucking head, you hear ?"
Bignath ignored him, unsheathing her sword and advancing towards him.
"The tide has changed." She spoke, her eyes on Xavier. "You’re the one naked, you know."
Xavier stared at her, confused, then he looked down. His brain short-circuited.
’Shit!’ He cursed in his mind. ’My junk is out! That crazy bitch will slice it if she gets the chance!’
He looked wildly then saw a brown piece of clothing beside him. It was covered in foul liquid but anything was better than being completely naked. He quickly grabbed it and secured it around his waist, grimacing at how sticky and wet it felt on his private area. And it was not the good kind.
Bignath stared at him as he tied it around his waist. She smiled knowingly.
"I expected you to leave it open." She comnted. "So I can turn it into minced at."
"Too bad, crazy bitch." Xavier snarled, disliking her more and more.
Bignath glared at him, frowning. "You just didn’t call that."
Xavier smirked at her, clanging the gauntlets together. "Co at . Ti for round two."
Theron was nowhere to be seen. The bastard had escaped down the side passage, leaving only Xavier, Bignath, and her minions.
Minions... tear him apart." Bignath commanded.
From the shadows, they erged.
Dozens of twisted creatures, half-human, half-machine, their bodies stitched together with wires, bone, and rusted steel. So crawled on all fours, their spines jutting out like jagged blades. Others dragged malford limbs, their mouths filled with jagged teeth, drooling thick strands of bile. Their eyes burned with mindless obedience, their movents jerky but relentless.
They surged toward Xavier.
He braced himself.
The first lunged—a hulking brute with a chanical jaw that clicked as it roared. Xavier sidestepped, lightning sparking from his fists, and drove his elbow into its throat. The creature gagged, stumbling, before Xavier grabbed its head and slamd it against the steel wall. Bone cracked. Sparks flew. It collapsed in a twitching heap.
Another ca from behind, claws raised. Xavier spun, catching its wrist, twisting until the joint snapped with a sickening crunch. The creature shrieked, but Xavier silenced it with a knee to the face, shattering its jaw. Blood sprayed across the floor as it crumpled.
More poured in.
One leapt onto his back, teeth sinking into his shoulder. Xavier roared, grabbing its arm and ripping it free with brute force. The limb tore away, wires and sinew dangling, spraying black ichor. He hurled the severed arm aside and slamd the creature headfirst into the ground, leaving a crater in the steel.
Two more rushed him together, snarling. Xavier ducked low, sweeping his leg to knock them off balance. As they fell, he grabbed one by the throat and crushed it against the other, their skulls colliding with a wet crack. They collapsed, twitching, their blood pooling beneath them.
The chamber echoed with screams, tal grinding against flesh, the stench of gore thickening the air.
But Xavier didn’t stop.
Every strike was fueled by rage, every movent sharpened by defiance. He fought like a storm unleashed—lightning sparking from his fists, his body moving with brutal precision. He tore through them, disabling, breaking, destroying. The mutants were relentless, but Xavier was unyielding.
One last creature—a towering mutant with blades fused into its arms—charged at him. Xavier t it head-on, catching its strike with both hands. Sparks flew as steel clashed against lightning. With a roar, Xavier twisted, snapping the blades off at the joint, then drove them back into the creature’s chest. It convulsed, shrieking, before collapsing in a heap of blood and wires.
Silence fell.
The floor was littered with broken bodies—twisted limbs, shattered jaws, leaking fluids that hissed against the steel. Xavier stood in the center, chest heaving, fists clenched, his body streaked with blood and sweat. His eyes burned with defiance.
Bignath stared at him, calculating. " You’ve gotten stronger. How?"
Xavier glared at her. "Why don’t you co and find out?"
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