X-Force: Beyond Omega

[3 days later] [Island base] [Beach]

After Jean's training, it was Psylocke's turn. She stood before Aron. "I'm ready," she said confidently. "Do it."

"Alright," Aron placed his hand on her shoulder and used his Phoenix Force to unlock her potential and enhance her latent talents. "You have a unique talent, Betsy. And it will make you untouchable."

The golden aura surrounded Betsy's body. She felt the change instantly. Her mind expanded, opening up to the world around her. She could sense everything, every thought, every emotion, every desire. It was overwhelming, but she pushed past the discomfort and focused on stabilizing the overwhelming power oozing out of her.

As if sensing her struggle, Aron spoke. "You're doing great. Remember to control your emotions. Keep your mind calm. Focus."

Betsy breathed deeply, pushing down the chaos within her. Her psionic energy flared, manifesting as a psychic blade that coiled around her arm like a serpent. She could feel its power, like an extension of her own will. Not only her mutation but also her physical body went through changes. Her skin glowed with a faint purple hue, while her hair turned dark blue. Her muscles, flexibility, and speed all improved dramatically.

"Incredible," Aron whispered in awe. "You've unlocked your full potential, Betsy. Peak human condition plus enhanced mutation. You're... Hahaha... I never imagined you'd become this strong."

"I can feel it," Betsy said, grinning from ear to ear. She summoned a giant sword made of psychic energy that seemed to reach the clouds. The dark purple blade hummed with power, rippling with barely contained energy. "I can feel everything."

"Show me. Split the ocean in two," He said.

Betsy flicked her wrist and slammed the giant sword. A deafening crack tore through the air as the psychic energy struck the water. There was a bit of resistance, but the sheer force of the attack split it wide open. Waves surged and crashed to either side, forming a massive trench that extended far into the horizon. The water stood frozen in place, held back by an invisible barrier of psychic energy, revealing the seabed beneath.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then the ocean collapsed back with a thunderous roar, water crashing together in a chaotic surge as the energy dissipated into the air. Betsy stood still, her glowing aura flickering as the last remnants of the psychic blade faded from her hand.

"That's badass!" Jubilee exclaimed, snapping everyone back to reality. "Is this how all BAMFs fight?"

"BAMFs?" Wanda raised her brow.

"BAMF—Badass M... Ahem. Nevermind. It's an inside joke," Jubilee coughed awkwardly and turned to the ocean.

"That was... I don't know how to say it. She can split a city in two with just a snap," Pietro's eyes widened. "And if I were to guess, that's just the start of it."

"Did that girl really create a trench just with her sword slash?" Jean said, gawking at Betsy.

"She just cut the whole fucking ocean in two!" Kitty shouted. "That was epic! Betsy 1000. Trench ocean zero."

[Wooff! Woooff!] Goldy barked.

Betsy grinned and glanced over at Aron. "Not bad huh."

Aron had an admiring expression on his face. "Beautiful. Just... Beautiful."

"The ocean or me?" She whispered under her breath with a smile, hoping to draw some attention back to herself.

"Both, really," His answer left her feeling content. "Well then, how about a spar? Just unleash everything you got."

Betsy grinned, her psychic blade shimmering with dark purple energy as it extended to a more manageable size. "Don't hold back," she said, her voice laced with excitement.

Aron chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of it."

In an instant, Betsy moved, a blur of motion faster than any human could track. She appeared behind Aron, her psychic blade slicing downward in a swift, precise arc.

CLANG!

Her blade met an invisible barrier—a shimmering golden shield that appeared around Aron like a bubble. He turned to face her, his expression calm but impressed. "Fast. Let's see how you handle this."

Aron raised his hand, and a wave of golden flames shot toward her. Betsy's eyes glowed faintly as her precognition kicked in. She saw the attack coming moments before it happened and she simply sped out of the way, pushing herself with her telekinetic ability. The flames seared the sand where she'd just been standing, turning it to glass.

"Not bad," she said, leaping into the air and hurling a psychic projectile at him. 'What's going on? I just saw the attack before he attacked!'

Aron deflected the attack with a casual swipe of his hand, the golden energy dispersing it harmlessly. But Betsy was already moving again, her precognition guiding her like a sixth sense. She darted around him, her blade slashing at his defenses with relentless precision. Each strike was faster and more forceful. Sparks of golden and purple energy flew in the air.

Everyone looked in awe. Even Jubilee didn't dare to speak.

'Will I get stronger like that if he upgrades my power?' Jubilee wondered in excitement as she remembered what Aron told her before about her power being equal to that of a nuclear explosion. She wanted to experience it badly. Such raw power. 'I want it. If I can have such power, I'll be able to help out my friends without holding them back. I'll be useful to them.'

'He's playing with her. How cute?' Wanda smirked as she sat on the chair and began to sip on the pack of orange juice.

'Will I be able to run even faster?' Pietro wondered.

'I can only phase through things. I wonder what kind of power I will get... I hope it's somewhat useful. I hate to see Jean always taking the spotlight and staying on his side. I want to be there," Kitty clenched her fists. She wanted to become more than what she was. She wanted to stand beside Aron, just like Jean.

Clank! Booom! Betsy jumped back.

"You're faster than I thought," Aron admitted, summoning a whip of Phoenix energy that lashed out at her.

Betsy ducked under the whip, her enhanced agility making it look effortless. She closed the gap between them in an instant and thrust her blade forward. This blade was even more concentrated with her energy than the previous one, made to pierce through shields. But before Phoenix Force, it was supposed to be useless... Well, Aron didn't want to break her confidence, so he decided to let the attack through. Her blade pierced through, grazing his shoulder. But it healed instantly.

Aron laughed, a sound of genuine delight. "You're learning!"

He countered with a burst of energy that sent Betsy flying backward. She flipped mid-air, landing gracefully on her feet. Her glowing aura intensified as she channeled more power into her blade.

"Let's turn it up a notch," she said, her voice steady.

She charged again, this time unleashing a series of psychic constructs... daggers, chains, and lances, that rained down on Aron from all directions. He raised his hand, creating a dome of Phoenix energy to absorb the onslaught.

Betsy anticipated his move. Before he could counter, she teleported inside the dome and thrust her blade at his chest. To her surprise, it went through his chest as blood spurted from his body.

"Wha-" She pulled back and was stunned. But sighed in relief to see his wound healing. 'Thank god... he's still alive.'

"Why the hell would you do that?" She yelled out in worry and panic. 'This is probably the stupidest move anyone can think of. What is he, masochistic?' She wondered in fury.

"Uummm... I got Logan's regeneration plus Phoenix, so I can't die that easily. Besides..." He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips. "I couldn't believe you stabbed me." He teased her with a mischievous smirk.

"Shut up. I was panicking for a second there. Just because your girlfriend would be sad."

"Whatever you say."

Betsy narrowed her eyes and sprang back into action, slashing furiously with her psychic blade. "You wanna play? Let me cut you up then."

"Ha! Be careful not to accidentally kill me again."

"Yeah right," she rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna chop you up then let Wanda fix you up. Then, when you heal, we can go at it again," Betsy declared haughtily.

They fought on the beach for thirty minutes. And finally, when they stopped, Betsy was practically drenched in sweat and gasping for air while Aron was barely showing a drop of sweat. She almost reached the limits.

"Well, not bad. With enough practice, you should be able to fight hours without feeling exhausted," Aron remarked as he stretched his body.

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