[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Blackstone
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft, Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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At Selene's first words spoken aside from the spell, Max couldn't help but instinctively flinch back as if it was all his fault. He was used to being blamed for the failures of magic, so why wouldn't he be this time? His gaze was averted from her as he thought about the potential of why it was failing. Was it his anxiety that was messing with the spell's design? Was the wording too specific? Did they even know that humans were the ones attacking them? Mutants had fought each other before, there were attacks by aliens from space, and a new breed of superbeings called inhumans had been born after the terrigen gas. Perhaps their bias was clouding their minds and that's what was happening. 

His eyes snapped back to attention when Selene called his name. Worry filling him for a second as the pause seemed to stretch for eons to him. But finally the words followed and he realized she wasn't upset with him, rather seeking his advice. His eyes went wide with shock as he tried to think of other reasons as to why the spell could've failed. Something more mystical than generic bias and wording but nothing came to mind. [Color=aba400]"My only thought is the wording. We live in a world full of Inhumans, mutants, mutates, aliens, any one of them could be attacking us right now. It's not necessarily humans."[/color] Max put a thoughtful finger towards his chin before wavingnhis hand across the air. [Color=aba400]"Show me our assailants."[/color] There was a brief image, a man made of water, one of Rock, another teleporting around. There was a massive person, a tic-tac, someone made of fire, the list went on. But most importantly…[color=aba400]"They are human "[/color]

[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9FWbx1tc/image.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire Bay
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Harry wasn't certain as to how well he could maintain his concentration on Sangre's manipulation while simultaneously creating clones of himself to deal with Horador. Watching as Sangre was now attempting to create more bubbles in some odd effort to combat them. What they were meant to do he wasn't sure, but he knew that it couldn't be good. So he focused his power on him more, dropping it down just enough to finally freeze him solid. Harry had a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, creating two clones to help deal with the bombing imp.

Before he was able to get out any commands, Sunshine flung a well placed disease at him and knocked him out, leaving the clones with nothing to do. [Color=E610B8]"Ok, new plan. You two go towards the Maurauder, use your powers to help freeze the water and patch up the holes that were caused by the bomb."[/color] Harry turned to look at Sunshine with a smile. [Color=E610B8]"Nice shot. Also, don't mention it kid. Think your powers can create non-organic diseases? Say...giving the big ol rock man PTSD or some mental disease to occupy them for a moment?"[/color]