06-19-2005, 10:40 PM
Logan simply glared at his two 'comrades', the hatred blazing in his eyes like a raging fire. He was near his breaking point having to deal with so many imbeciles and their constant acts of self rightousness. It disgusted him. The constant show of glory seeking, all of them the same. Every one of them claimed to be fighting for 'the greater good'. Each one of them claiming to be living by a higher set of morals, and hoping their actions would lead others to do the same. But he knew the truth, that they fought not only a war they could never win, but one that was not their's to fight. They fought for an ideal that was all but dead, for a feeling which acted as a drug. They became addicted to a feeling of self worth, of 'making a difference,' but in truth, such a feeling, such an ideal only blinded them from the reality around them, and would only repay them with pain, sorrow, and death.
They would learn this in time, just as he had. But for now, he was bent on exacting his revenge on the silver haired speedster that had struck him. Yet he had learned earlier that the people around him did not respond to fear like those on his world. They knew nothing of him, and therefore, knew no reason to be intimidated by him. Such ignorance gave them a backbone, gave them them the courage to stand up to him. And while usually he would have found such a rare trait admirable, it was currently keeping him from what he desired.
He had learned from his previous encounter, and would not make the same mistake twice. He would not stand and argue with them. He would not give them the opportunity to catch him off guard. Not again. So when encountered with Paige's verbal refusal to allow him leave, he responded quickly and decisively. Like a flash of lightning his eyes narrowed and a telekenetic force exploded from his body, one who's purpose was not only to pin all other bodies in the room to the walls, but to do so with a force great enough to render them into a deep state of unconscousness. Yet knowning not to underestimate his 'teammates', he also readied his shield should his first attack fail and Paige and Danny decide to counter. He was done playing games, and was not going to let the likes of them stop him from getting what he wanted.
They would learn this in time, just as he had. But for now, he was bent on exacting his revenge on the silver haired speedster that had struck him. Yet he had learned earlier that the people around him did not respond to fear like those on his world. They knew nothing of him, and therefore, knew no reason to be intimidated by him. Such ignorance gave them a backbone, gave them them the courage to stand up to him. And while usually he would have found such a rare trait admirable, it was currently keeping him from what he desired.
He had learned from his previous encounter, and would not make the same mistake twice. He would not stand and argue with them. He would not give them the opportunity to catch him off guard. Not again. So when encountered with Paige's verbal refusal to allow him leave, he responded quickly and decisively. Like a flash of lightning his eyes narrowed and a telekenetic force exploded from his body, one who's purpose was not only to pin all other bodies in the room to the walls, but to do so with a force great enough to render them into a deep state of unconscousness. Yet knowning not to underestimate his 'teammates', he also readied his shield should his first attack fail and Paige and Danny decide to counter. He was done playing games, and was not going to let the likes of them stop him from getting what he wanted.