[Lorna cries out as the metals in the earth itself being to shudder under their opposing forces. Their struggle turns primal as Lorna faces the closest approximation to her father she's yet to encounter since his disappearance. Her rage is paramount, the sheer nerve, that Rogue dares to turn her Father's power against her.
Part of the supports of the east wing of the mansion break free, hovering behind Lorna, waiting for her will the shape them, mold them into projectile death. They wait, held at bay by Rogue's will, but each broad strut, each flat sheet of metal bursts into a thousand shards of razor threat at the ready.]
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Part of the supports of the east wing of the mansion break free, hovering behind Lorna, waiting for her will the shape them, mold them into projectile death. They wait, held at bay by Rogue's will, but each broad strut, each flat sheet of metal bursts into a thousand shards of razor threat at the ready.]