[center][h3][color=#535d60]Felix Lancaster[/color][/h3]
[color=#535d60]The Magnet Mage[/color][/center]

Felix watched the transpiring events as he slowly released the random objects his shield had collected. By the time the boy had left, the iron sand was back in its containers. Felix looked grumpy. The guy just blows up an entire building and barely apologizes for it; doesn’t offer to help rebuild or pay or anything. He was honestly, vividly angry about how this kid was acting. And he was also frustrated by the fact that other than holding up a big piece of metal, he had basically been useless. Sure, some people were safe, but he was sure that many others had been hurt before he had been able to get the shield up.

As his attention was drawn to the fight happening not so far away, he clenched his fists, the metal now back in the containers he transported it in clinking against the side in a flurry. All he wanted in the world was to let loose on this God Slayer. To let fly a barrage of steel and rage that he was fairly certain would at least do [i]something[/i]. But he had a gut feeling that he was not wanted in this fight. So, instead, his stomach growling a bit, He stalked back the way he came, heading back towards the pancake shop. He didn’t know if Fleo would follow, but he also wasn’t completely sure he wanted to eat with someone else anymore. Not that any of it was Fleo’s fault; his sour mood just might ruin the experience.

He popped the lid on one of the containers, letting a small amount of iron sand come out into his palm. As he walked, he focused on making shapes with it, creating a shifting, spherical spirograph. He tried to focus on his breathing and making the spirograph move, but there were odd jerks in the shape as it changed.

[color=#535d60][b]”Useless…”[/b][/color]