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.