"A Moment of Fury"

Luna's eyes flashed with a fierce determination as she took a step forward, her small frame radiating a palpable sense of menace. She didn't back down from a fight, and the calculating glint in Magik's eye had pushed her to the limit. With a swift motion, Luna raised her hand and slapped Magik across the face, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder. Magik's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, she seemed taken aback by Luna's sudden outburst of violence. Her grip on Psylocke's chest relaxed, and she took a step back, her face twisted in a mixture of shock and anger. But as she gazed at Luna, her expression softened, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Ah, Luna," Magik said, her voice husky and seductive. "You always were one to ignite a passion within me." Luna's eyes narrowed, her face still flushed with anger. "Don't play games with me, Magik. I won't be intimidated." Magik chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "I'm not playing games, Luna. I'm simply acknowledging the fact that you have a certain... hold on me. You always have." Psylocke watched in amazement as Magik's demeanor transformed before her eyes. The woman who had been threatening and menacing just moments before now seemed almost... tame. Her gaze never left Luna's face, and her voice was laced with a suggestive undertone that made Psylocke's skin crawl. Luna took a step closer to Magik, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Magik, but I'm not interested. Let Psylocke go." Magik's smile grew wider, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving Luna's face. "Very well, Luna. I'll let her go. For now." As Magik stepped back, Psylocke scrambled to her feet, her heart still racing with fear. She wrapped her arms around Luna, pulling her close as if seeking protection. "What's going on, Luna?" Psylocke whispered, her voice barely audible. Luna's arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. "I'm not sure, but I think I have some kind of control over her. At least, when it comes to me." Psylocke's eyes met Magik's, and she saw a flicker of something there, something that looked almost like... longing. It was a look that made Psylocke's skin crawl, and she tightened her grip on Luna, grateful for the safety of her arms. As they stood there, locked in a silent understanding, Psylocke realized that Luna's control over Magik was a double-edged sword. It was a power that could be used for good or ill, and Psylocke wasn't sure which way it would cut. All she knew was that she was grateful to be out of Magik's clutches, at least for the moment. But as she looked at Magik, she knew that this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.