[Yes, it will absolutely take more than a shock like that to keep him down, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. He lies there for a long minute, still stunned enough to remain unmoving, except for the occasional muscle spasm in his legs.
Even though he's dazed, Kurt can see that Peter is now holding the weapon, which is a great relief. Now, if he were the vengeful type, he'd have leaped up and taken the rod, maybe jammed it straight into the guard's throat to give him a real good wallop of electricity, but one: he's not that kind of mutant and two: they don't have the time or luxury, so there wouldn't have been a point either way.
It aches and he doesn't want to get up, but he catches sight of Peter's hand and forces himself to reach, grasping tight while the other boy aids in helping him up. He lifts his free hand to grip Peter's shoulder, bracing himself as his knees wobble, threatening to give way.] Th-thank you, [he manages, wincing at the dull throb the taser has left behind. (There's more to it-- he just hasn't noticed yet.)]
Hold on. [Is the only warning he offers and just as the watchman is getting back to his feet, the door pops open behind them to reveal a half-dozen or so more of them, Kurt shuts his eyes, inhales and the two of them disappear with a bamf, leaving behind a haze of midnight colored smoke for the men to shout at.
So, maybe he didn't need to teleport them as far as he has. Better safe than sorry, he can imagine Hank saying, which is why once they're about twenty miles out, the younger of them finally ceases the rapid displacements, feeling like he's put a safe amount of distance between them and the facility. Slowly, a very deliberate motion, Nightcrawler turns to his friend.] Sorry, [he murmurs, lowering an arm that way he can cup a hand against his side where the rod had struck him, doing his best to distract from the fact he's been stabbed by asking:] Are you okay?
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Even though he's dazed, Kurt can see that Peter is now holding the weapon, which is a great relief. Now, if he were the vengeful type, he'd have leaped up and taken the rod, maybe jammed it straight into the guard's throat to give him a real good wallop of electricity, but one: he's not that kind of mutant and two: they don't have the time or luxury, so there wouldn't have been a point either way.
It aches and he doesn't want to get up, but he catches sight of Peter's hand and forces himself to reach, grasping tight while the other boy aids in helping him up. He lifts his free hand to grip Peter's shoulder, bracing himself as his knees wobble, threatening to give way.] Th-thank you, [he manages, wincing at the dull throb the taser has left behind. (There's more to it-- he just hasn't noticed yet.)]
Hold on. [Is the only warning he offers and just as the watchman is getting back to his feet, the door pops open behind them to reveal a half-dozen or so more of them, Kurt shuts his eyes, inhales and the two of them disappear with a bamf, leaving behind a haze of midnight colored smoke for the men to shout at.
So, maybe he didn't need to teleport them as far as he has. Better safe than sorry, he can imagine Hank saying, which is why once they're about twenty miles out, the younger of them finally ceases the rapid displacements, feeling like he's put a safe amount of distance between them and the facility. Slowly, a very deliberate motion, Nightcrawler turns to his friend.] Sorry, [he murmurs, lowering an arm that way he can cup a hand against his side where the rod had struck him, doing his best to distract from the fact he's been stabbed by asking:] Are you okay?