[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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Max watched in horror as his hydra began to shrink in size. Was his connection not strong enough? His magic too weak? He couldn't figure out why it had started to decline in size until he finally caught a glimpse of what was happening. The barrier that Cripta had erected was siphoning the magic out of his creation and into himself. The orange aura that now surrounded Cripta gave him a menacing 
glow. If magic isn't the answer, then he would need to get creative with his powers to defeat this being. 

As Max worked to come up with an idea, a large fiery blue kraken appeared, wrapping its tentacles around Max. The flames never quite reached him however as tunes began to encircle him and Max shot a look towards Selene that both said Thank You and I'm Sorry. How many mutants were now paying because of Max's mistake? Pixie called out to him, shaking him out of his mind and back to the task at hand. He placed one hand to his side, conjuring a sword and grasping its hilt and stabbing it forward in an attempt to kill Cripta. But where Max expected flesh and resistance, he instead found an empty void. 

If this body wasn't real, then he would have to find some part of him that is. Max tried to rake the sword upwards, wishing to hit something, anything, but he found himself locked in place. A pain began to course inside of him that erupted into a burning sensation. His blood felt as if it was burning him from the inside out. Max grit his teeth and stared Cripta dead in the eyes as he bore the pain. [Color=aba400]"You won't get me so easily Squidward."[/color] His hands finished his own sigil as brilliant golden light washed over him and removed whatever it was that was ailing him. His breath began to regulate again, and he was ready to take another stab. [Color=aba400]"He can siphon magic and his body seems to be an illusion. Find his source and snuff it out."[/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
[color=E610B8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Laser Light Show, Pitch Perfect, Sound Wave Manipulation.[/center][hr][hr]

Harry was used to being flashy, used to staying in the spotlight and having all eyes on him. To an extent he supposed that was a good thing. A majority of the clones began to rush towards him, encircling him as they scratched and kicked at him. Aside from that, there appeared to be no real set of powers at play here. It was difficult to watch what was happening outside of his fight. The fog of war being made manifest by a swarm of bodies that assaulted him with no break in sight. Harry needed to see what was going on, to see who he could help. He let out a scream akin to Aerosmith's shout during a performance.

The sound reverberated off of the ones bodies as each collision caused pockets of light to become tangible and explode on impact. Seven of them dropped dead in the initial blast, while the remainders seemed to be more resilient to his attacks. Did the clones learn and adapt as battles went on? Or were these just a stronger batch? Harry didn't have the luxury of time to figure it out as he snapped his fingers and dropped 2 more clones, leaving only the one left to go up against him. He cracked his neck and knuckles as he simultaneously pulled out one of his own clones who mirrored what he'd just done. [Color=E610B8]"Let's see if we can even these odds shall we?"[/color]