Had this fine gentleman not directed an unwelcoming look at him only moments prior, Erik would not have been nudged from observation into vigilance, and this may have ended differently just now. But he did, and he was, and given that Logan's skeletal enhancements are more or less singing to him, Erik—whose reflexes are at least quick enough to suspend bullets—is just prepared enough to retain his face.
His first and immediate impulse is to shove his friend aside with one arm while the other thrusts out toward Logan, which is easy enough to accomplish... unfortunately, there's no time to physically move him and so he uses instead a pulse of repelling force—as though the air itself has suddenly, invisibly solidified—that should at least knock Charles on his ass. (At least it's not full strength?) The initial rush of panic and adrenaline transitions fluidly into a hardening of his overall mien, and in this Erik collects himself with one hand still spread, whether to deflect a flurry of swipes or to provide a steady, impassable resistance against the one swing. Maintaining eye contact regardless of the method of attack. A severe gleam to his steely blue eyes.
Erik was not expecting this, but aside from the initial start it does not especially surprise him. Though he has heard only little of the probable future, it's been enough to foster the slow unfurling of a sense of inevitability.
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Had this fine gentleman not directed an unwelcoming look at him only moments prior, Erik would not have been nudged from observation into vigilance, and this may have ended differently just now. But he did, and he was, and given that Logan's skeletal enhancements are more or less singing to him, Erik—whose reflexes are at least quick enough to suspend bullets—is just prepared enough to retain his face.
His first and immediate impulse is to shove his friend aside with one arm while the other thrusts out toward Logan, which is easy enough to accomplish... unfortunately, there's no time to physically move him and so he uses instead a pulse of repelling force—as though the air itself has suddenly, invisibly solidified—that should at least knock Charles on his ass. (At least it's not full strength?) The initial rush of panic and adrenaline transitions fluidly into a hardening of his overall mien, and in this Erik collects himself with one hand still spread, whether to deflect a flurry of swipes or to provide a steady, impassable resistance against the one swing. Maintaining eye contact regardless of the method of attack. A severe gleam to his steely blue eyes.
Erik was not expecting this, but aside from the initial start it does not especially surprise him. Though he has heard only little of the probable future, it's been enough to foster the slow unfurling of a sense of inevitability.