Toushirou had just barely managed to avoid Zian with that ice blast, which was both a good thing for the medic and most likely the professor that he had collapsed over while trying to shield the older man.
The mental shockwaves eased and he slowly opened bleary orange eyes, trying to connect his thoughts and at first failing badly. Everything was just a mess of colors and moving objects for a moment until he could finally focus on something still in front of him.
...it looked like that crazy guy. Only deep frozen in... cold stuff. The hall was full of ice. Still not sure if he was seeing things correctly, Zian rubbed his eyes again. Nope. Still icy.
He kind of regretted leaving bed without a shirt on, now.
Remembering what had been going on, he quickly turned to check on Storm while carefully repositioning himself to make sure that Xavier was still in one piece.
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The mental shockwaves eased and he slowly opened bleary orange eyes, trying to connect his thoughts and at first failing badly. Everything was just a mess of colors and moving objects for a moment until he could finally focus on something still in front of him.
...it looked like that crazy guy. Only deep frozen in... cold stuff. The hall was full of ice. Still not sure if he was seeing things correctly, Zian rubbed his eyes again. Nope. Still icy.
He kind of regretted leaving bed without a shirt on, now.
Remembering what had been going on, he quickly turned to check on Storm while carefully repositioning himself to make sure that Xavier was still in one piece.