Graham's frantic searching of Magus's cloak would quickly result in the discovery that underneth said cloak was a wooden body; It seemed much like a strange looking scarecrow or some larger then normal puppet with it's strings cut... Exactly how this would come across in the idiot's bean rattled brain was unknown to all but the idiot himself.

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As a puddle of black goo, Magus was free to avoid the spinning blades of death and clung to the bars of the grill under them in order to further his travel towards the crystal that would in theory turn off the blades of death... as evidence but the dust and grime that he was crawling over in order to reach the stupid crystal in the first place. "[color=a0410d]You are aware that all you need to kill someone is a knife through the ribs, right? Even an axe to behead them with would have done it. This seems... rather a gross waste of time, money and effort.[/color]" Magus called up, more then happy to remind the lesser races of their position in the grand scheme of things... Only to have a foul bile that he would rather not know the origin's own land on top of him, coating him alongside the rest of the grime.

It took a little while, but sooner rather then later he was able to tap the crystal in question in order to see if that would be enough to trigger it. After that... there was going to be a reckoning.