Mithias had dropped some distance before Teo made his crazy, flying banana-hammer attack. Falling, he watched behind him with a quirked eyebrow as the attack merely resulted in Number 5 taking on a new, more disturbing shape, and Teo getting face-palmed into some kind of brief coma. The shockwave, and heatwave, of a blast not far from them passed through the three as Toguro and Minx were concluding their battle. Mithias snapped his wings open instinctively stopping his descent to check for new threats. Glancing down quickly, he saw Michael and Kevin, the former looking injured... perhaps dying. Toguro had caused serious, godlike damage. Minx was burned and Darkside was... well who the hell knows. Mithias came to the conclusion he wasn't high when he saw Number 5 mimic the shape and cartoonish grin of Teo. So, it was clear that physical attacks of any kind would do little to disturb the nanobot matrix, which was quite intelligent as a collective. The individual robots would simply let go of each other and fly apart and come back together as needed. They were too small to cut, heat, cold, force, and etc. resistant, and apparently had some endless unknown energy supply. The only way to control them seemed to be to contain them somehow, but how? The first option that came to mind seemed rational enough, and with the shimmering soul-dust of Number 5 quickly beginning to follow Tugoro through the portal, Mithias had little time to reconsider. Since it seemed to have worked so well for him last time, once again, Mithias the Tsukune-infused vampire changed himself into a magnet, falling pretty hard in the process. Immediately, the field of the magnet reached out infinitely, as if it were always there, drawing on the separate, tiny bodies of the nanobots. Like sparkling sand, or snow-dust the bulk of Number 5's makeup was sucked backward, away from the portal, to stick all over Mithias. ... ew. Mithias the magnet separated himself some legs once on the ground, and while covered in fuzzy nano-bits, resembled a metal tree.