18244/Where the Savage Things Are

Where the Savage Things Are
Date of Scene:	22 June 2024
Location:	The Savage Lands
Synopsis:	A mixed group of heroes, Brothermood members, and others go to rescue a group of dinosaurs from a laboratory run by the whelps of the High Evolutionary. Everyone runs out riding cybernetic dinosaurs. For a time, all is awesome.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Peter Parker, Erik Lensherr, Carol Danvers, Cain Marko, Kate Bishop

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
A teamup wtih Stegron is strange as a group of disparate individuals have decided to take up the call for assistance. As they arrive over at a volcano base, tunnels dug into it with laser-like precision. From the depths of it, screams being heard of beasts and howls, of electronics and machines from eons before the time of man. The thrum of power, potent hums and for those that know what ti's source was, of nightmares.

Wearing a labcoat, Stegron gestures into the tunnels, "Come, we must sssaavveee them!"

Peter Parker has posed:
It is, to be honest, a little disconcerting to be entering this kind of situation as an only mildly-quippy photo-journalist -- and apparently the resident meatbag -- of the group that some anthropomorphic stegasaurus in a labcoat has assembled to assist his people.

But the simple fact of the matter is that Peter Parker is here in the Savage Land not as his costumed alter ego on this particular occasion, but as himself. And to have Spider-Man suddenly show up might raise a few questions.

He is, admittedly, under no delusions that his secret is actually a secret when it comes to SHIELD. If it ever was, it certainly isn't any longer, though he would think -- or hopes at least -- that it is not the sort of thing the average rank and file can access. Which means that at least one of those gathered for this strange mission of mercy outside the volcano probably knows exactly who he is.

Then again, maybe not. He has no idea how SHIELD works. Freakin' bureaucracies.

Either way, the tousel-haired photographer hangs back a few steps, fiddling with his camera some and glancing around a little wide-eyed. He might be a jaded veteran of the superhero scene despite only being twenty-two years of age. But this? This is still more then a little surreal for him.

"Anyone else waiting for the television crew to emerge from hiding and the show host to admit that this is all just some elaborate prank?" he asks absently.

Then he scrunches up his nose and sniffs loudly despite doing his best to just blend back into his surroundings.

What the hell is in the air down here? He doesn't have allergies -- or at least he doesn't back in New York. Hopefully he hasn't come down with some sort of pre-historic cold. That's all he'd need.

Erik Lensherr has posed:
He's come here for years, this most remote and secret of havens. For years-- or is it decades, now? Time is so very fluid in the throes of zealous crusade; in the lows of grief and clinical depression. Some stake out a primal sort of freedom on these outskirts. Some use the reclusion for unspeakable mad science and uncanny atrocity. And even here, the authority of SHIELD, the jackboot of the world extends its stride.

None of this brings Magneto to the Savage Land; at least, not this time. The man sits-- nay, meditates-- within a shallow cave behind the magnificent, crystalline curtain of a cascading cliffside falls. As a rather remarkable set of forces gathers not so far off, the Master of Magnetism's steely blue eyes snap open, his features tensing in a frown.

Beyond the might of metahumans known to him, there is life within a well-concealed abode, yet. Without this beacon shined upon it, perhaps Magnus would have continued to miss the facility-- but now devices designed by its one-time proprietor to prevent just such sensation short and fail, and the plight of the experiments within is laid bare. Or bare enough. The details of this particular mad atrocity are fuzzy, vague amidst to the flow of energy, the electrical fields within the living-- and within the ominous lair.

This leaves reckless exploitation's framework, its sadly familiar refrain. It is a siren song the Master of Magnetism answers, stepping out below the cleansing spray and surveying the lands beyond as power surges around his muscular frame, flesh subsequently suddenly subsumed in a shimmering, skintight shell. The cool winds that whisper behind the falls join gauntlet-clad fingers in combing through Magneto's thick platinum mane, as a crimson, black and purple Corinthian helm forges itself as if from the air before him, coalescing in coruscating light before floating to his grasp.

Then, water disrupted behind him for the scarcest of moments, the Master of Magnetism is in the air, soaring-- surging towards the point where the very strange strike assembles. To settle an overdue grudge with a madman who's experiments Magnus knows only too well.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"You're going to do what?!" The SHIELD base commander leaned back in his office chair, arms spread into open hands of dismay. "Carol, you can't be serious. I was just assigned this post. Hell, I haven't even unpacked. I can't give you resources for that."

Captain Marvel's hands come up in front of her in surrender, blonde hair moving about her cheeks with a little shake of her head. "I didn't ask you to. I'm just telling you what we're doing, so you can let your people know to expect some activity at the volcano."

"Do you really think you can pull this off? With _that_ team? One of them is a damned reporter!"

Carol's smile tugs into a broader grin. "You haven't been checking your security alerts. And I've got a better chance of doing it with this team than I do.. what do you have out there right now? Four? Five Quinjets? And we all have a vested interest in the outcome. This is the best change we're going to get for a while."

The commander nods. "You don't back down from a fight, do you? God be with you, Carol."

Captain Marvel winks and turns for the door, waving over her shoulder as she goes. "Higher, Further, Faster," she muses.

...

Whatever she was doing back at the base, Captain Marvel is just getting into position, soaring head-first through the sky towards the group and rotating at the last second to land lightly on her feet, mid-stride.

"Relax, Mr. Parker," she assures in a friendly, casual voice, clapping him on the shoulder briefly on her way past. There's a knowing glint in her eye. They didn't do introductions before. So, either she already knew who the mild-mannered reporter was. Or, she'd gotten the security bulletin from the facial recognition alert he set off when he stepped foot on base. "No TV crew. I'm trusting you to have our media presence covered. Just make sure you get my good side."

She wasn't slowing down on her march towards the cave, but she did glance back over her shoulder at him, still grinning.

"And give me a shout if you get into any trouble. I've got your back."

Her eyes are shifting to Stegron, then, eyebrows lifting.

"Keep your pants on, Doc." Stegron doesn't wear pants. That's the joke. "We're going in."

She wasn't lying, and she apparently had no problem leading that initial push into the cave, if there was no one else going in first.

Cain Marko has posed:
Surprisingly enough...this hasn't been the strangest thing Juggernaut has been involved in. With a career as storied as his...you see some things and get into some wildness.

This...ranks pretty high on his list though.

At Stegron's eagerness, the massive armored man lets out a bullish snort and rests his hands on his hiups, "Hold yer horses doc. You got riddled with arrows and blaster bolts the last time you went bargin' in. Sheesh. You a broken record? You want a repeat of that? We'll get 'em out... How bad can this be?"

Famous last words of course. "Also, the hell is this guy doing here? This a documentary or a rescue of dinosaur people?" He jabs a finger towards Peter at that. He is very much -not- a SHIELD agent and so Peter's secret identity is nice and safe...which..begs the question of what this scrawny photographer is doing trudging along with this small entourage towards a super secret volcano base.

"I aint doing no baby sittin'...but if you got to take photos make sure you get my good side and my winning smile..."

That being said he begins to move forward, expecting to the point because who else is going to do it? Carol Danvers? Captain Marvel?!? Not while he's here!

"Listen, blondie. I understand you're some sorta big shot but I got carte blanche. Don't go callin' shots like we're some sort of special team-up super team or something, alright?" he asides towards her as he moves to try and get ahead of the group and make his way towards the entrance. He's at least got the grace - and common sense perhaps - to not go for shoving his way in but he's also not slowing down either, his lumbering steps doing the deed of shaking the ground for yards about with each step.

So yeah, there is that. Stealth may be an issue with the minature earthquake that is The Juggernaut simply walking.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Occasionally when you need a Hawkeye and the original one isn't available, there is thankfully a spare. This would be Kate Bishop, purple clad brunette, checking the quiver normally on her back and the bow she received being a friend to some very nice Themyscirans.

The quiver seeming to carry a whole bunch of non lethal arrows. Tranquilizers, taser arrows, netting. Dinosaur hide might be a bit tougher but that bow of hers lets her draw well above her normal levels. Which considering she can usually match Clint. Says a lot.

"And stop looking at us like we'd look better in scales or whatever dinoskin feels like." she adds. Even she knows Stegron's usual MO.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The question is more for Cain's consideration is would Parker /let/ them leave him behind. There's likely something understandable there on an instinctual level. Secret mad science lab volcano base. It speaks out on a primal level to anyone. Also the whole 'team up with Stegosaurus wearing labcoat'. Sometimes one just has to throw logic and reasoning out the window.

Stegron sighs, "Yes, thank you for your pointtsss." That's right when there's a loud howl over, and alarms start to ring. It's actually NOT the group for once as they make thier way over towards the large entrance tunnel. Why exactly is the entryway to the volcano base open and seems to have no doors blocking the way? It's just the way that some of the rules go. It's just the way that life makes it.

As sirens go to ring out loud it looks like stealth is going to have a back hand to things. Coming along the shoulder of what almost looks like a yeti (with orange fur mind) is a.. Small man with a vastly oversized cranium, "We have infiltrators! Destroy them my Mutate Legions!" For those taht had read the profiles on some of the lieutenants of the High Evolutionary, he would be known as BRAINCHILD. Even as dozens of Savage Land Mutates wielding spears would launch themselves out of hangars, riding pteradactyls. The ground team had for now not been noticed.

"Come, my friendsss!" Stegron would wave a hand forwards, "TOooo LIBBERRTTYYY!" They had thier distraction.

Peter Parker has posed:
It is such strange company to find himself in. But then Peter is pretty used to that too.

But it doesn't do a great deal to help with that whole surreal feeling that seems to permeate this entire situation. He's on a team with the goddamn Juggernaut. And a talking dinosaur in a lab coat. While his costume is nowhere to be seen. There's just something wrong with that picture and Peter Parker can't quite get past that.

But it should mean that he is in for some truly fabulous pictures. And fabulous pictures means that the bonus that J. Jonah Jameson is so reluctantly dangling over his head is practically his for the taking. That is not something he can ignore.

So he puts aisde that small feeling of unease at entering a likely dangerous situation without that familiar mask in tow. That unease about the knowing glint in Carol's eye when he glances her way. The unease about the seeming head cold that he has come down with, in the middle of a primordial jungle of all places.

And most especially over the fact that his powers have been rather... erratic ever since Kraven poisoned him at the Central Park Zoo.

He does peer intently towards Captain Marvel, at the way she says his name, as if he might suddenly add Spider-Telepathy to the list and glean exactly what she is and is not aware of when it comes to him and a certain career as a Friendly Neighborhood Arachnid, but quickly looks away, a little flustered.

Instead Pete raises his camera, the crack from the Juggernaut bringing at least a little of that smart-aleky side out of him. "Yes sir. Good side photos only," he agrees, lifting that camera and snapping a shot of the towering monster of a man.

As he does so, for just a moment, Peter feels those tingles in the back of his head, that always subtle Spider-Sense warning him of forthcoming danger. And in that moment he worries a little that Cain Marko might have decided that pictures are unacceptable afterall and is about to crunch both his camera... and him.

Instead, an instant later that loud siren cuts through the hum of insects, of wind rushing through the canopy of green behind them and he gives a little sigh.

He didn't have time to warn them, and even if he did, how would he explain it?

"Sirens aren't usually good. We don't like sirens do we?"

Kate Bishop has posed:
The tranq darts have enough oomph to knock out an angry elephant. The first of many nocked but not drawn since while things are quiet they shouldn't need to make much more noise than they already are.

And the fact that she's also kind of keeping herself quiet probably helps. The banter can come when they eventually do need to go nice and loud.

The yelling and tromping the heavier members of the team probably aren't helping their time to exposure. Let alone the sirens. "We didn't set them off, so we should be cool. All the violence can be elsewhere while we go get to where we need to be." she points out to the Photographer. "I mean there could be more alarms. But so far so good!" she reassures.

Erik Lensherr has posed:
The arrival of Magneto is heralded by the plight of the air force-- javelins wrench free of quiver and grasp with irresistable abandon, whipping end over end across the responding mutates. Rather than skewered on their own weaponry, the defenders would find themselves forcibly launched from their mounts, the moorings of their saddles and tack unfastening in their ceaseless quest to let pterodactyl and rider fly free. If only one of them can fly-- well. Unfortunate, that.

From the voluminous clouds above the Master of Magnetism descends within a shimmering shield, one hand outstretched over the volcano. The air itself crackles with intensity as pulsations of electromagnetic power gather at his whim, as the structures within the volcano are probed; then strained, stressed, and sundered. Whatever the High Evolutionary held within, Magnus' immediate impulse is to sever that yoke.

"This archaic arcology has failed already; fight for freedom and abandon the dreams of monsters who would name themselves your master! Your cause is that of Magneto!" It's not simple arrogance or mania; the name carries weight.

No simple voice could project as the Master of Magnetism's does, mirrored many times over by powerful electrical impulses stimulating the travel of that sound; crackling forth unbidden from the electronics within the volcano itself as structures groan in complaint, and magma flows roil on nigh-invisible current.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Don't worry, Peter. By the time all of this is said and done, Cain Marko will be so busy wanting to crunch a certain Avenger he'll have forgotten all about your camera.

And having said that, it would probably be hilarious to see the comparatively short-legged form of Captain Marvel in all of her blue-and-red suited glory trying to double-time it to get ahead of that massive form of Juggernaut, just so she could say she went in first...

...so that's exactly what happens.

Her arms pick up at her side, and she doesn't outright sprint or even fly, but she does pick up her pace. The result looks a little like two co-workers trying to get to the last piece of birthday cake in the break room.

"We _are_ a special team-up super team, and I won't be able to see to call anything if you don't get your big metal dome out of my face. How about I call you if I need you to head-butt something?"

So, yeah. This is getting off to a smashing start. If they kept up at this rate, it was likely to climax into a smashing end, too!

Saved by the bell, however.

The alarms start blaring, and Carol's attention shifts to them for a moment, losing ground to Juggernaut in the process of pausing to check for aerial threats headed their way that she needed to intercept.

Since.. you know.. Juggernaut can't fly or shoot photon blasts. *cough* Just saying.

Unfortunately, that did place Jughead well and truly in the lead, however.

"As far as distractions go, we could do a whole lot worse..."

Cain Marko has posed:
"Listen, blondie, I got plenty o'things to head butt and punch and crush and any number of violent actions that you can think of and dont you forget it.!"

The sass is real. This is certainly going to be an interesting duo, that's for sure. Juggernaut fumes and fusses and as Carol attempts to keep ahead of him he -almost- reaches out to try and pull her out of his way ... but mercifully for all involved the alarms begin ringing. Saved by the bell indeed.

"Finally!" he declares, "Some action!"

When your strength level is measured in high magnitude richter scales...one doesn't need sparkly little photon blasts!

But being able to fly would be nice..but nobody wants to see a Juggernaut with that ability in his arsenal.

There is something that does indeed bring the unstoppable to a stop. Surprise.

"What the...Magneto?! What's -he- doing here? Man The Brotherhood better not be trying to recruit dino-people! They need to focus a little better!"

The arrival of the mutates does attract his attention and needs of the Brotherhood marketing campaign is thankfully pushed from his mind in the presence of the approaching mutated Brontosaurus.

"Alright... Just when I was needing a new pair of shoes..."

He prepares to start into a run but pauses long enough to look towards Stegron, "Just kidding. That's yer pal right? I'll get it out.."

And then he's off, charging for the massive creature and the force field around it. Each step he takes is an increasing seismic disturbance as he barrels along and picks up speed without bothering to even pretend to avoid any mutates that may be foolishly attempting to get in his path. "Alright, time to do some head buttin'!"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
This is perhaps surreal - fighting in the Savage Land, pasty photographer, Avengers, Juggernaut, and the Master of Magnetism. Magneto's fingers pulse out, even as the Pteradactyl Riders were all flung over from the skies over as Peter gets the chances for pictures of a dino-time!

Though Peter may want to get that case of the sniffles looked at. All he needed now was to be bitten by a mosquito the size of a commercial drone at the rate he was going.

Brainchild would be flung over from his post, hitting the ground hard. "Curse you! CURSE YOU!" Even as he goes to try to blast up at Magneto as his minions would be sent strangling away to try and hit Magneto with a telepathic blast! ... Minus the whole bit with Magneto being completely immune to telepathy. Guess he didn't get the memo.

As the group makes their way through the tunnels, as the tunnels go to scramble with Savage Land mutates rushing in every direction.. There's a stomp. A massive, massive stomp.

Kate is the first to see it - a large energy cage that holds what can only be a huge Brontosaurus within it. The things legs had been removed and replaced over with what looked like large mechanical limbs with massive, oversized servos within them. Dozens of chains glowing with elecriticy and a large force field would keep it restrained. It would let out a cry, struggling to lift a leg up and then stomp it down again.

The volcano, incredibly stable and reinforced, still would shake just a little.

And then there is the Juggernaut, running towards it to save it. Cain goes to rip the Brontosaurus free from it's restraints, and it goes to let out a howl of.. IT does not stomp at him, does not threaten, just lets out a cry of what might be thanks, in a deep pitch. Then it's going to start to run into the facility, stomps echoing. Frmo deeper within, there are more cries, more dinosaurs, more beasts made mechanical.

There is a Tyrannosaurus Rex, much of it's lower head replaced by a mechanical jaw, held in force fields even as it would blast gusts of fire into them.

There is a large Triceratops, smashing alien metalled horns into energy fields.

There is a twin-headed ankylosaurus, two larbed barbed tails behind it smashing into the force fields, alongside a stegosaurus snapping a chain like thagomizer hard into the energy fields.

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Well that's not cool at all." All those cybernetically modified dinosaurs look like the are not having a good time. "Might be an idea to let them out of their enclosures, then sedate them. That's all just too cruel!" she has to admit and starts looking around for where the controls are, whether it collective or if it's all separate.

There is likely a useful arrow for that strapped to her back but for now it's making sure any chance of bringing the whole mountain down is reduced first.

Peter Parker has posed:
Man, he can practically feel that bonus cheque in his hands now. He's surprised that the pupils of his eyes haven't changed to dollar signs yet. This is so good that even Jolly Jonah Jameson might be in a good enough mood when he gets back with all these photos that even Spider-Man might get a break from the unending smear campaign in the Daily Bugle. At least for a week or so.

Well, no, probably not. But a guy can dream.

And a guy can also make sure to keep himself busy, snapping those photos that are going to land him that big ol' payday, one that seems to grow by the second in Pete's imaginings, especially when Magneto of all people shows up on top of everything else he has to shoot. Maybe, just maybe, the Parker Luck is changing.

Of course he should also know better then to tempt fate like that. On his own head let it be.

Any consequences that he will inevitably suffer for, you know, the grand crime of actually feeling lucky for a change will have to wait. Because as Brainchilde and his mutates make an appearance on the scene, the Bugle's primiere photo-journalist is suddenly left with an overflowing abundance of possible subjects to focus both his attention and that camera lense on.

Snap. Snap snap snap. And Peter has captured Magneto's arrival as he soars into the scene, taking out some of those flying foes by dismounting them. Quite literally.

Snap. Snap snap snap. And Captain Marvel and the Juggernaut's race into the frey is documented in all it's sheer impressiveness - from the thundering footfalls to the pyrotechnic display that seems to surround the Avenger at all times.

Snap. Snap. Snap snap snap. Hawkeye is caught, unleashing arrows into the frey. Those mecho-dinosaurs are caught with their strange mechanical extensions making the towering, terrible lizards, even more frightful then they would be otherwise.

And for a change, Peter just... drinks it all in.

"Wow."

Still, he does have to hold himself back from leaping towards one of the mechno-saurs. Who wouldn't want to ride one of those things?

Erik Lensherr has posed:
'Immune' to telepathy is perhaps too concrete a turn of phrase. The force of will, the synchronicity of focus, perhaps the magnitude of telekinetic talent required to surpass the helm covering Magneto's head, shrouding his face is, however... well beyond Brainchild, particularly a rattled, ranting Brainchild. All it garners is the Master of Magnetism's

"Enough." Magneto intones the syllables like an incantation, as the leader of the Mutates is thrown back to the ground, sheathed in a golden, coruscating coccoon. "Your heartless shepherd has long abandoned you; and still you recreate this nightmare." In another time, another place, Magneto might have delved similar experiments, made similar justifications; but this only fuels the anger seething beneath his words, now.

The generators-- or reactors-- within the volcano begin to thrum and spark, cooling systems inadequate for the surges being forced through them-- surges that promise to free restraints as surely as they disrupt automated defenses as brownouts flow in waves throughout the complex. "Stand down and take the freedom you have denied these creatures; this is the only time I offer you my mercy."

Carol Danvers has posed:
What _is_ Magneto doing here?

Carol's eyes are on the falling mutates for just a moment before they turn back to the earth-quaking footsteps of Juggernaut's loping run. The Bronto is free! But then her eyes lock onto the massive Triceratops, its alien-metal horns smashing futilely against an energy field. She darts forward, her blue-and-red uniform glowing with energy as she targets the source of the force field.

"Hang in there, big guy," she mutters, focusing her energy blasts to disrupt the barrier -- but just as she goes to hit it, the whole thing flickers out of existence, taken down by Magneto's over-charged currents.

The energy field shatters with a loud crack, and the Triceratops pauses, its eyes focusing on Carol. She hovers in front of it, meeting its gaze with a determined nod.

"Time to get you out of here," she says, and with a powerful leap, she swings herself onto its back, gripping one of the modified horns for support.

"Let's go!" she urges, giving the Triceratops a gentle pat. The creature responds with a mighty roar, charging forward with renewed vigor. Its powerful legs thump against the ground, shaking the cavern.

Carol holds on tightly, scanning the area for any remaining threats.

Cain Marko has posed:
"Well whaddya know.. I'm an animal activist as well. I keep this up my heart'll grow three sizes bigger or something.."

Juggernaut reaches up to grasp hold of one of the side of the rampaging brontosaurus and actually allows himself to be lifted from the ground to be carried along by its rampage as it goes thundering further into the facility.

Juggernaut is riding a brontosaurus. Make sure you get that picture.

"How many more of these things are there!?" he yells, not really caring -who- answers him but figuring that somebody has to know....well...something.

This is pure chaos at the moment. He doesn't -really- mind that but in the back of his mind he can easily see this getting wildly out of control and usually that's when they start blaming him for everything.

He pushes off of the massive beast, letting it continue its rampage and after landing with a thunderous *TOOOM* he goes right for the cage holding the fire breathing T-Rex--because of course he does.

His massive arm plunges forward, reaching for the machinery that' skeeping the field generators up that wasn't quite nailed by Magneto's first EMP. Immense hands reach for any chains that are also being employed as well.

"This I -gotta- see..."he rumbles absently. What was that about not wanting to be blamed for chaos?

Naaaaw. It's on brand.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Peter looks up and over at the dinosaurs. He's been sick, he's been exhausted after whatever the start of scheming that Kraven's gotten into, and there's a high probability that JJJ will somehow screw him over with this. And yet there's.. Something magical, that the boy in him likely is in awe over at experiencing somthing out of a dream. Ther'es a few jumps, and hops, and then..

Peter is somehow on the back of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It goes to let out a howl that has nothing to do over with Peter, and it goes to scream and blast fire through all of the equipment, flashing the cave with burns as anything not being crushed by Magneto is put to a crisp.

It goes to let out a cry of, "ME KING!" Even as it goes to charge along towards the outdoors. Carol is over on the back of the Triceratops as it lets out a crunch, and goes to SLAM it's head over into the wall. Volcanic hard rock reinforced by whatever metal the place is carved out of.. And it gives as the Triceratops just makes a wider hallway, horns acting like vibroblades to cleanly clash through things.

In the dpeths, ther'es more shrieks and howls that have the extendeds lurrs of Stegron as power capacitors override and go to emergency shutdown. Apparently the Mutates and wahtever other guards here are taking the opportunity for mercy in good faith, fleeing.

"LLIBBBERRRTTTTTYYYYY!" Stegron is running out, a large rampage of mutated and cybernetically enhanced dinosaurs rushing along after him. With some very, very questionable ones. Just /why/ does that Allosaurus look like it's had missile pods put into it's sides!? Stegron is running out along with the rest. "FOR THE LEGGGIONNN!" And looks like he's having a good day.

Kate? Kate is quickly face to beat with a Pteradactyl. It goe sto cluck at her, and moves to launch her up in the air with it's beak so she would land on it's back. Then hte.. Rocket engines that are built into it go to fire, and it's going to launch itself up and out of the cave, going through the hangar that the other Dino-Riders had gone out of. Where it goes to somehow dive and Swoop about evasively with the greatest of ease, looping about through them while blasting off into the air.

And somehow, even Cain is getting into it as the Brontosaurus that he'd saved is seeming intent on returning the favor as it's tail goes down, and flips Cain over onto it's back as it goes to charge on out. The floor shakes and the volcano shuddrs as Magneto goes to shut down everything on it. Mecha-dinosaurs, Savage Land Mutates.. All go to flee out into the burning underbrush.

And in another world, might have Erikd one the same? Perhaps. But these things were being experimented on, turned into monsters against thier will. Ancient, grand beasts being vivisected and having horrible things done to them. That is something that can strike a chord with many whom have empathy. For things that want to be left alone, to carry on their own traditions.. To Magneto floating in the air,t here is the massive array of dinosaurs being ridden running out into the night. Silhouetted against theMaster of Magnetism and giving Peter one hell of a shot.