Okay. Darkness and distraction. Those were valid tactics even if they pissed James off. He would rather take on an opponent of five out in the open rather than fumble around in the dark. He frowned slightly. That girl sounded familiar, but before he could think on it, he was forced to conjure a shield of bloody goo to block the shards of glass sent his way.
"Pfft... I'm not going to fall to amateur tricks," he boasted. Of course, that was when he heard a sonic boom and he felt himself fly back into a wall. He groaned before standing up, stretching a little as his healing factor allowed himself to adjust.
"Now, that wasn't nice," he growled, sending a bunch of blood bullets in the direction the sonic boom came from before another person joined the fray. It sounded like Nightcrawler. He grinned.
"Last I checked, you were drunk off your ass, Nighty," he said, sending a few more bullets his way. He turned to his partner, suddenly remembering he wasn't alone.
"Hey, Freak, do you mind being my eyes or nose or whatever? I'm firing blind here. It's kind of naughty, shutting off the lights. It's as though these so-called heroes don't care if I accidentally harm someone," he said, raising his voice at the last statement.