[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]: Mansion Kitchen
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft, Unarmed Combat, Soul Staff [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1072256323997151362/Screenshot_20191006-040735_Instagram.jpg]Current Outfit[/url][/center]
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Sabertooths temporary displacement had awarded Max with time to take in the fights. Able to see how badly they were all doing in this random pit fight against people he's never even met, some of whom he's never even heard of. It made Pyro's presence there all the more pleasant. Sure they'd always been on opposing teams when a fight broke out, but didn't seem to harbor any of the darkness most of them did. If anything he was a misguided mutant looking for a place to belong, and Max could sympathize with that sentiment. Magento wasn't all bad just as Charles wasn't all good, Casper and Ben had seen to showing Max that.

[Color=aba400]"I'll have to get myself a copy when we're done here. Maybe you can sign it for me?"[/color] Max replied as he continued to scan his surroundings. He watched as Mary flicked Pyro clear across the ashen garden, slamming into a tree. He didn't deserve that, he just wanted the paradise that was robbed of him thanks to Selene and the X-cutioner. He balled his hand into a tight fist, his knuckles white before watching as the strange mutant began choking out Sabrina's hot brother. He was a necromancer, he needed bodies. Max went to summon some, slamming his staff into the ground just as aarge blur sideswiped him with a fist. The world turned upside down as wind rushed past him and he inevitably hit the ground with a loud SNAP. 

Pain seared through Max's entire body, pulsing in waves of heat from his arm down. He needed James, he missed his crew, and hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he forced himself up, using his soul staff as support. He clung to the shaft, grip tight as he poured his magic through it and into the ground. Cosmic colors rippled through the grass towards Neil as they stopped just short of him. [Color=aba400]"Spellman! Here's some ammo"[/color] Energy burst forth from the ground as three corpses erupted from below, displaced from where they once rested as Max brought them to Neil. He needed to find a way to get healed and fast, but it appeared Ed was being removed further and further away from the ground. A great strategy if it wasn't being used against them. 

Max needed to find a way to keep Sabertooth at bay. He didn't want to distance himself, clearly it allowed for him to gain momentum for even larger bursts of power. What's worse, his opponent wasn't one to talk, making it harder for him to find an angle on the guy. He needed time to think, heal, and regroup. Hopefully this would be enough. Max's eyes went pitch black before spots of color began to dance inside them. Mini galaxies spiraling within. The same inky cold darkness bled into the surrounding area around Sabertooths body, thick tendrils spidering across the grass until they joined together and a sphere of pure darkness erupted within its area. Whispers could be heard coming from within, soft and maddening words barely intelligible. Unfortunately for Max he'd missed his target by a smidgen, put perhaps it was enough to obfuscate himself on the other side.