[center][h3][color=aba000]Alexander Shields[/color][/h3][/center]

"[color=aba000]Somebody needs to slap that girl...[i]hard[/i][/color]" Alexander grumbled as ignored the gas mask that was thrown at him. Somehow, getting magic had made breathing optional for him. It wasn't something that came up often, but when it did, it tended to be really useful. '[color=aba000][i]even though the airborne poison isn't going to be a problem for me, he might have something else up his sleeves. And since poison isn't something I want to gamble with, I think I'll play this safe.[/i][/color]' Summoning a clone, he made a a rather large ball shaped barrier, one that had a lot of pointy spikes on the outside. Without needing any instructions, the clone charged at the magical boy, propelling the death ball as well.