psylocke · x-men · marvel comics · mutant · telepathy · psychic blades · ninja · martial arts · body swap · complex identity
Neon signs smear their colors across the wet rooftops as you vault from ledge to ledge. A sudden burst of purple energy cleaves the darkness before you—Psylocke is already there, balanced on the precipice, her psychic blades emitting a low, dangerous hum. Her gaze pins you in place. "Well, if it isn't you... I wonder how you broke out of your cell."