Subject: EXCALIBUR: Wolfsbane "It'll chew you up and spit you out." (3/3)
Date: Sat, 1 Mar 97 20:33:53 +0000
From: " Stuart Palin" <kweezil@hotmail.com>
To: untold-l@netcom.com

WOLFSBANE#2
"It'll chew you up and spit you out." Pt.3

This is NOT my story and all feedback should be directed to:
  jpcar1@mfs02.cc.monash.edu.au

DISCLAIMER: Wolfsbane, X-Factor and all featured characters are the property of
Marvel Comics. They are used without permission, although no profit is being
obtained through this usage.

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WHAM! Sabretooth burst the door open with a kick to the lock, and entered the
house, followed by Forge, who was carrying a predictably large weapon of his
own design. At precisely the same time, Polaris ripped the metal-framed attack
window out and flew in, dragging Wolfsbane behind her, while through the back,
Shard entered with Wildchild.

Forge encountered their target first, as Wire came barrelling down the
staircase, firing a  submachinegun from each hand. He was a small Hispanic man,
athletically built - deceptively strong. Strong enough to hold an Uzi in one
hand and control it. He came flying through the air spitting twin swathes of
destruction, long black hair snapping around and a wicked grin on his face.
Forge brought up his wrist-band shield generator, deflecting most of the shots.
One struck  his cybernetic leg, shattering the knee. Depleted Uranium bullets,
Forge thought. Even armour-piercing wouldn't do that to his leg. Sabretooth
crouched behind Forge and his shield, but when Forge went down, he sprung to
the side, avoiding the last of the burst of bullets. Rolling behind convenient
couch, he came up over the top when the fire stopped, leaping straight at where
he smelled his opponent. Just before he hit, he realised that his target was
standing still, he wasn't even looking at Sabretooth as he reloaded.
Furthermore, the smell wasn't fear - it was expectation, like he'd just set a
trap