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[h2][color=orange]Damon Fawkes[/color][/h2]
Location: stark tower....magneto fiasco 
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Damon continued to hold his arrow steady. Steady and pointed directly at magneto damn the foolish thoughts of being able to hit him. He remind silent save for the growling and shrieking coming from his various tattoos as each tried to break free of his flesh. [color=orange]”....still don’t trust you. Sorry”[/color] one of the wolves gave a muffled snapping snarl as its muzzle suddenly protruded from him making a shape in his shortbread like something from a 3D movie.

Damon ignored the harmonica and was barely registering what all was being said instead he kept his arrow aimed true and his creatures in his skin. Especially the dragon which was starting to prove difficult. The need of the tattoos to break out and attack was growing and thus it made it harder to keep them in. He wouldn’t be able to hold back the first three that tried hard enough to burst out for much longer but he kept his face neutral. He was not about to show weakness in front of a man he was holding an arrow to.