For Better or For Worse

Chapter 11

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With Hank~

Hank stood up to face the false god, still coughing and sputtering from the impact of the blow that had been landed upon him by someone fast and unknown.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he yelled, "what do you mean by a twist??? If me getting randomly attacked is a 'twist' to you, I think you need to go back to grammar school and learn how to properly use words" Hank said in hopes of sounding sarcastic to further anger the god and keep him away from the temple, where Kurt and Jean were located. "I mean honestly, I bet that was one of your cronies anyway, do tell, what silly name do they go by??" he sneered.

"Oh, you foolish thing... That was not one of my own... That was one that you thought was on your side..."

Hank turned, confused, to look back at towards the pyramid, where the silver blur was currently headed.

With Kurt and Scott~

Kurt was beginning to grow tired, the effort that teleporting back and forth continuously as well as fighting for your life and your friend's life at the exact same time was understandably very taxing.

Jean was long out of sight, although only gone for about five minutes by now, he was fully absorbed in his fight with Angel.

Kurt looked over his shoulder, in a brief instant in-between teleportation – the split second of light and vision, before total darkness would again consume him and his opponent again – he saw Scott desperately fighting against Psylocke, ultimately failing.

Again, Kurt was pulled into blackness as he teleported to the opposite corner of the cavern, slamming Angel into the wall and punching as hard as he could.

Angel fought back nobly, he had a master to serve and he was determined not to fail.

Angel hooked, in the instant that Kurt raised his fist to throw another blow, his wing up and around Kurt's body, and used his razor-sharp feathers to create a slash down the teleporting mutant's side.

Kurt cried out in pain, and in a last-ditch effort to subdue his opponent, wrapped his tail tightly around his winged assailant's neck, holding it there until the young man passed out, and they both dropped to the ground.

Kurt, recognizing his victory, took a deep breath and decided to inspect the cut along his side.

Thankfully, it was just that, a cut. Stinging though it was, it was certainly manageable and definitely not life-threatening.

A cry echoed across the cavern of the temple.

Scott... Kurt remembered.

Kurt quickly stood and looked down upon his enemy to make sure that he was thoroughly unconscious and would not wake up at any moment. Reassured, Kurt turned and ran in the direction of his friend.

Scott, was, to say the least, not a happy camper. He had really had an awful past few days. The combined loss of his home (Xavier's School), the sudden and gruesome death of his brother and main supporter, the suggestion that he would later have to help save the one who caused the death of his brother – the Maximoff guy – even though everyone said that it wasn't the silver-haired mutant's fault, Scott's conspiratorial mind refused to believe it, and now, in the middle of Cairo, in the depths of some weird Pyramid, he was losing horribly to a lady dressed in a purple leotard of all things.

'Losing' might have been Scott's understatement of the year.

He was not only losing, but he was ultimately failing at the one task he was given.