[Havok lunges, getting between Josh and Lorna, taking the hit wide across his ribs. Something cracks, he hisses, staggers, throws a blast of energy toward Josh. Polaris is protected, though, that's what's important.

He collapses, catching a glimpse of something coming fast upon them from the horizon.]

Babe, your six o'clock...someone's coming...

[He coughs, slowly returning to a battle stance, some blood staining his lips. A broken rib? Punctured lung? From a golden kid and a baseball bat. It doesn't seem fair. Lorna notices, twists Laura's claws deeper inside her self, the cry of Alex's name pained and urgent.

"Heal him now, boy, or I'll make the little whelp wear her insides on her outsides."

Hvok advances, calmly, beedling...everywhere it seems, and grabs Josh, defenseless (it seems) without the help of his Louisville Slugger.]

Do what she says, all star. Maybe you'll live long enough for Magneto to find you useful.