Alric had been watching from a window. He'd really wanted to have a word with the SHIELD agents--especially once he realized Director Fury might actually be there in person--to impress upon them the importance of how Renko's treatment was handled, how it would impact the Mutant Issues in which she was so unavoidably wrapped up. However, understandably, it was considered something for the faculty to address, a point he couldn't really dispute, however much he might have wanted to.
This also meant he had a direct view of the turrets rather abruptly turning against the SHIELD agents. Whatever might have happened, that didn't seem like Xavier's style; his window was already open when he realized they were turning on the students, as well. Something was very wrong. He paused just a moment to send off a voice message to his team: Hijikata (although he probably knew already), Tiamaris, and Mitsudata.
"Lawn, trouble, security system's out of control!"
That would have to be clear enough until they were all together. For the moment, he leaped out the window and into the fray, toward one of the turrets. He pushing his hands downward to arrest his fall with an intense jet of plasma from either hand, lancing downward to cut into the turret like a pair of huge cutting torches. He dropped to the ground from there, charging more plasma in his hands as he took a quick glance about to gauge the state of that turret and look out for others that had to be neutralized to ensure, first of all, that the SHIELD agents at least had cover.
LAWN: Guardian Dragons
This also meant he had a direct view of the turrets rather abruptly turning against the SHIELD agents. Whatever might have happened, that didn't seem like Xavier's style; his window was already open when he realized they were turning on the students, as well. Something was very wrong. He paused just a moment to send off a voice message to his team: Hijikata (although he probably knew already), Tiamaris, and Mitsudata.
"Lawn, trouble, security system's out of control!"
That would have to be clear enough until they were all together. For the moment, he leaped out the window and into the fray, toward one of the turrets. He pushing his hands downward to arrest his fall with an intense jet of plasma from either hand, lancing downward to cut into the turret like a pair of huge cutting torches. He dropped to the ground from there, charging more plasma in his hands as he took a quick glance about to gauge the state of that turret and look out for others that had to be neutralized to ensure, first of all, that the SHIELD agents at least had cover.