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"I could have guessed that much..." Schezo grumbles, cheeks filling with air to match his gradually furrowing eyebrows. He was expecting something more specific as a plan. Nevertheless, he's received [i]an[/i] answer — one that gives him plenty of room to utilize his magic. That in and of itself is enough to make the activity somewhat interesting. 

On the note of using his magic, Schezo mulls over the thought of trying to feel for Superman. Everyone has at least [i]something[/i] he can sense. Everyone has dreams, and everyone carries some intention or another. Even if their target doesn't have a shred of magical prowess to their name, they should still emit some sort of ill will, provided they're as horrible as everyone's been led to believe.

Though, when he lowers his head, he's not met with anything decipherable. Instead, with only a vague thing to search for, he'd exposed himself to the raw, unfiltered cesspool of auras brewing in the vicinity. 

"Mh!" he grunts, visibly reeling back from his endeavor. "I would easily resolve your concerns if there were less people around," he reveals, planting the Dark Sword in the ground at his side to rest his hand on. The opposite hand naturally finds its way to his hip as his face deflates into a displeased, almost sour one. "Between the dragons," a scoff can be heard, "and flying people, what might be his power is being drowned out. I'm not familiar enough with this -- this [I]Sub-par[/I] Man to sense him like this. Your presence hasn't helped relieve me of this either, you know!"

"Anyway, you wanted something eye-catching to get his attention. Unless you have something to add to it, I'd advise stepping back to make room for my...!"

The dark mage then pulls the Dark Sword from the ground. Both of his arms fold over his chest, blade in tow, and his eyes close once more.

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The instant the spell's name left his mouth, the air around them began to crackle. Bolts of lightning seemingly appeared from out of nowhere, streaming in by the dozen, cascading down like rain, and striking nigh-indiscriminately. From a distance — and even up close — it all seemed like a massive, nearly endless stream of electricity. 

Surprisingly, with how much of it there was, and how close all of it seemed, none of the electricity hit either of them. In fact, it seemed to be circling around them, albeit very loosely. This was clearly meant to draw as much attention as possible. Frying any violent observers with red capes would have been a nice little bonus.

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