#rahne sinclair
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The New Mutants
My cover for War of the Realms: Uncanny X-Men #1. I absolutely love drawing the original New Mutants women. ♥ Do you guys have a favourite? Would have been cool to draw Magma in there, and Boom Boom too.
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Sooner rather than later would be good.
Tommy always took random days off from supply runs to train, eat up and catch up with friends and family. Training always came first, so after eating an apple, Tommy began descending to the gym to train which remained quite empty asides from the one woman she didn’t recognise.
Tommy wasn’t the tallest, nor the fittest of people. And asides being blind, the simple blur from across the room of the woman was enough to see they shared similar builds though he grinned to himself as he watched, knowing he had a one up on her.
Once she’d called out her challenge, Tommy chuckled a bit and walked down the stairs to meet her properly. “I’m sure I could, actually,” he admitted. As multiple people had admitted and recognised, speed had a fundamental effect on impact. He remembered one time Felicia had to hold the punching bag so he didn’t knock it off its hinges.
“I’m Tommy, now. Would you like to see?”
“Finally, someone with a pulse running through their veins and a fire under their arse,” Rahne exhaled refreshingly as she wiped the sweat from her brow, a wicked smiled spreading from ear to ear across her face. Her excitement was tangible, new energy capturing the gym with the buzz of a good fight, the anticipation like gathering electricity before the storm.
“I swear, I’ve been pullin’
fer a decent spar since I got here. Figured bunker full o’ freaks? Bound to be a hell o’ an arena, eh? But, everyone seems so keen on keepin’ the peace that even training’s lost its edge,” Rahne complained. Her respect for this Tommy fella already at a high. All he had to do was put his money where his pretty mouth was. She scanned the guy curiously, his stature obviously nothing to be worried about. But, she’d learned the hard way (many, many times) not to judge a mutant by their looks. This guy seemed a crucial example of that lesson.Her playful grin returned as she stalked towards him, flashing her signature fangs like a beacon under the dim lighting.
“But, now yer here with the big mouth and not much to show
fer it,” she teased, raising her tiny fists the size of oranges that could flip an entire car into a building. “Name’s Rahne an’ I dare ye to prove me wrong,” she cocked her head. “Welcome to the edge, mate.”
Tommy chuckled. Was it a mix of the womans accent? Her way with words? Or that his powers didn’t strike her straight away? It didn’t matter. Not that Tommy could say anything about accents coming from New Jersey anyway. He smirked, all cocky, and moved aside to bandage his hands before returning momentarily.
Majority of his life, Tommy was used to being told he looked like others. Billy and Pietro, more often than not. He supposed he attributed his personality traits to good old mom and grandad. Now there was two ways his speed could go. Movement, and explosions. Though he wasn’t in the market for the latter, the boy jogged on the spot before beginning to pummel into the bag. Speed was everything when it came to force.
It didn’t matter to Tommy how hard he punched. He was one of the only two people on the Earth to be able to punch something over a hundred times in under a second, and soon enough the sheer force from the two seconds had knocked the punching bag from the chain in the roof to hitting the wall on the other side of the room and Tommy calmed down with another laugh.
“How about that, Rahne, heh? Think you wanna hold the second bag for me so we can get to properly sparring? I’ll give you a proper workout,” he smiled, patting the next punching bag in the aisle.
Besides raiding the main kitchen, Rahne’s first stop in this mansion, using her own free time after being released from the introduction tour (
ehem , helicopter babysitting), was the gym. State of the art equipment with polished metal that she could see her own warped reflection in.So, she headed to the kickboxing bags to punch something. It was the first time in a while she realized how much she missed music,
headphones long-since been abolished since they’d become a dog whistle to the zombies, basically calling out to them, “Dinner’s ready!”No matter, her scattered mind finally focused on the bag, breath synching with her movements as she…just beat the absolute hell out of the hanging sack. There was no reason to her movements other than to get the pent-up rage out of her system as she shifted between wolf and human, caught somewhere in the middle of phasing. You wouldn’t believe the amount of rage that could come out of such a small person, and yet-
“What’re ye staring at?” she yelled at the figure whose eyes she felt from the top of the stairs, non-threatening, but annoying enough for existing. “Ye think ye could do better?” she challenged, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Tommy always took random days off from supply runs to train, eat up and catch up with friends and family. Training always came first, so after eating an apple, Tommy began descending to the gym to train which remained quite empty asides from the one woman she didn’t recognise.
Tommy wasn’t the tallest, nor the fittest of people. And asides being blind, the simple blur from across the room of the woman was enough to see they shared similar builds though he grinned to himself as he watched, knowing he had a one up on her.
Once she’d called out her challenge, Tommy chuckled a bit and walked down the stairs to meet her properly. “I’m sure I could, actually,” he admitted. As multiple people had admitted and recognised, speed had a fundamental effect on impact. He remembered one time Felicia had to hold the punching bag so he didn’t knock it off its hinges.
“I’m Tommy, now. Would you like to see?”
