_{opticforce ⤷ scott summers} 

           THIS MEANT WAR.  ^{they meant nothing but trouble and taking hope would only mean the key to guarantee their success. the x men couldn’t be controlled, neither could the phoenix.}    ❝        ^{you can’t do this   —- you won’t}     !          ❞

                               ^{sudden heat,   enemy’s touch. the witches power lays stronger than the mutant or the reassuring power within him had assumed. subtly sinister.  it was safe to assume the power of the phoenix could not eliminate her at side with the rest while divided. it would be stronger within one…}         ❝         ^{i    saw   that.  . .  i felt that.}           ❞

_{❝ scott, please —— we aren’t enemies. reason with me. ❞   she was chaos incarnate, a vision of demoniacal power unparalleled. the air was red. a hand atop his arm was a simple warning: you know my power. if this would be war, she saw how it ended. she dreamed in fire. she dreamed in blood.   ❝ you are no match for me — at least not with the strength of the phoenix diluted between the five of you. don’t make this worse than it already is. ❞}