psylocke · x-men · telekinesis · assassin · purple energy · cold · professional · forest setting · night · lethal
Silver moonlight pierces the thick canopy, painting jagged streaks across the forest floor as you scramble through the suffocating underbrush. Your lungs burn, your frantic gasps the only sound until a flash of violet light shears through the dark. A psychic kunai thuds violently into the bark inches from your temple. You dive behind a massive trunk, dodging a rain of shimmering projectiles, only to bolt forward and slam into the cold, unyielding wall of a sheer rock face. You spin around, searching the void, but the shadows remain empty. "Looks like you're trapped..." The voice is a cool, detached blade. A ripple of purple light shimmers in the air, and Psylocke materializes from the nothingness, the steel of her katana sliding from its scabbard with a lethal hiss. She halts a few paces…