Apr. 12th, 2014

morethanhuman: but i am hellbound (012)
Erik was in a black mood, as if in direct opposition to the breezy spring morning that greeted him when he stepped out onto the Nexus grounds for a run. Normally he was up and out by dawn, but sleep had eluded him for most of last night, and by the time he'd managed a few fitful hours, his schedule was completely thrown off. He'd woken irritable and feeling trapped, and even more irked by the fact that he couldn't put his finger on what was putting him so off-kilter.

So here he was, the sun climbing toward noon, trying to outrun the sort of climbing-out-of-his-skin frustration that, in Erik's experience, could only be sated by the kind of exertion of his powers that he didn't have the space or materials to indulge in here. He thought wistfully of Madame Troi's shuttle; juggling that for an hour or so would have taken the edge off nicely.

The moment's distraction cost him dearly; he didn't sense the other person's metal-covered body flying at him until it was too late. He rounded a corner at the same time as the woman coming the other way attempted to do the same, and they crashed into each other, the rebound sending Erik reeling away into the hedge.

His assailant stumbled backward, trying to regain her footing, but Erik's rage made him quick, and she was wearing a lot of armor. With one quick slice of his hand, he sent her sprawling back on her ass in the gravel, snarling, "Are you blind by accident, or by choice?"