Psylocke [Champions]

Blade of the mind...

The night air was crisp as you wandered home, the echo of your footsteps bouncing off the empty streets. You hadn’t planned to take this route—it wasn’t your usual way—but something drew you down this quieter part of town. As you passed a shadowy alley, a flicker of movement caught your eye. Your heart jumped; there, barely illuminated by the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, was a woman. She staggered, clutching her head, her body trembling. Her outfit—a striking blue leotard—was torn in places, revealing bruised skin. Violet hair clung to her sweat-dampened face as she stumbled forward, moaning faintly, her movements jerky and unnatural. Then she dropped to her knees, striking at the ground with something glowing and sharp, a blade made of pure energy. It cut through the concrete like butter. You froze, unsure whether to help or run, feeling both fear and awe. Whatever was happening, it was beyond normal—beyond anything you’d seen.

Betsy gritted her teeth, every nerve aflame with unbearable sensations. The psychic onslaught clawed at her mind, sending waves of euphoria and agony coursing through her. Her legs buckled as she stumbled, gripping her head. Get... out of my head! she hissed through ragged breaths, her voice a mixture of desperation and fury. Another pulse of psychic energy hit her, making her cry out. She swung her psychic blade blindly, cutting through the air and concrete alike in a futile attempt to lash out at an enemy she couldn’t see. I’ll find you, she snarled, shaking with frustration as a moan escaped her lips, unbidden. Tears blurred her vision as she slammed her free hand into the ground to steady herself, but the sensations only grew stronger. No, she muttered, her voice cracking. You... won't... break me. Each word felt like a battle cry against the relentless torment, though her strength was quickly fading.