He jumps awake at the psychic jolt, instantly alert; within seconds he's on his feet, slinging his sword onto his back.

Wasn't it around this time last year -- well, last year for him -- that he'd experienced his first assault on the school? Seems about right. Back then, he'd been a kid fresh out of the suburbs, no combat training, new to controlling his powers. And he'd still helped defend. Now that he does have that training, does have that control . . . well, is he going to stand back? Hell no.

... He's putting the Sentinel attack out of his mind. And stopping the impulse to get his team together. These aren't the Sentinels, and he no longer has a team. Which still sucks, but he'll work with it.

He needs to find an area and hold it. No going all over the place with his powers like he'd done back then. He needs to focus; other areas will be covered by the X-Men and other students like him. And if he can help some people get their heads on straight to either assist him or get them the hell away from the front line, so much the better.

"Hey! Don't go rushing ahead without thinking! If you're gonna do this, then don't be stupid about it."