Fear.
He could feel it in his bones. That cold pressure in the air. That unfamiliar feeling crawling over his skin.
"That's cute," Piolet said, licking his lips, trying to find his voice. "So what, you awakened the power of god. Big deal. You think that's enough to take me down?"
He tilted his head and flexed his arms.
"I've had this power since I was a kid. I've spent decades using it. Training with it. You just woke up and stumbled into it. You think that means something? You have no experience whatsoever."
He laughed again, but it was dry.
"This is the difference between a weapon and a warrior," Piolet said, pacing slightly, never breaking eye contact. "You give a gun to a monkey, it won't shoot anything. It'll play with it. It'll chew on the barrel. You humans—"
He pointed at Xavier.
"—are just fancy monkeys who don't know how to use what you've been handed."
Then, he snapped.
"Kill him!" he shouted to his men. "NOW!"
