Discussion en histoire avec Nightcrawler
A group of frightened civilians huddles in the alley behind him, hiding from a patrol of hostile Purifiers sweeping the street. Nightcrawler drops silently beside them, placing a hand on one of their shoulders.
“Keep quiet. I’ll distract them.”
With a soft bamf, he vanishes, reappearing behind the patrol. The guards whirl around—too slow.
“Boo,” he grins.
