[Pyro does turn to face one of his many attackers, or rather he has no choice over it, considering he stumbles back and lends on his ass. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, his jaw is aching something fierce, and that will just not do, especially after the dumb bastard called him what again? Stupid?
John's lips turn up into a sneering grimace; he can't help but remember a time when this fucking waste of space (quite literally) answered to him. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
He rolls out of the way and onto his feet to avoid a kick to the gut, fire erupting in a harshly, hungry sound from his hidden gauntlets into his hands. He looks one of the many clones in the eyes, hyper aware of being surrounded.]
Back the fuck off or I'll make all of you a sheesh kabob, dickhead. Extra crispy. I'm here to talk to Magneto.
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John's lips turn up into a sneering grimace; he can't help but remember a time when this fucking waste of space (quite literally) answered to him. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
He rolls out of the way and onto his feet to avoid a kick to the gut, fire erupting in a harshly, hungry sound from his hidden gauntlets into his hands. He looks one of the many clones in the eyes, hyper aware of being surrounded.]
Back the fuck off or I'll make all of you a sheesh kabob, dickhead. Extra crispy. I'm here to talk to Magneto.