[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Mall!  
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Unarmed Combat
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	[color=cc33ff]"Pietro!!"[/color] Guin cried out, her eyes wide as Exodus threw him into a trashcan more or less, and then made sure to put on a healthy heaping of anti-semitism as part of his exit. Her fear for her husband let Phantazia get an opening on Guin, kicking her in the stomach and sending her flying backwards. But even then, Guin's attention was still mainly on Pietro - she was extremely glad to see Lance going and helping him, and she [i]knew[/i] that he was going to be okay, but her mind was still having flashbacks to the time Pietro's future self had died in front of her. She couldn't watch Pietro die again. 

	[color=cc33ff][i]Hang in there, babe, it's going to be okay, I promise![/i][/color] Guin urged Pietro, hoping his unconscious mind could hear. She then turned her mutant gifts to Phantazia, and it took a lot of effort thanks to Phantazia annoyingly disrupting Guin's powers. Once she managed to break inside, Guin went diving through her mind, looking for her intentions - if Phantazia would just leave if Guin held her hands up, then fine, that was good enough for her. Pietro was dying. She had bigger priorities than kicking this woman's ass. As best as she could tell, Phantazia just needed a win - for whatever reason. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Okay, bitch, you need to win so fucking badly? Fine,"[/color] Guin spat, before swinging and clocking Phantazia in the jaw. [color=cc33ff]"There. I surrender. You win. Now leave us the fuck alone!"[/color] Guin gave Phantazia the middle finger, before rushing on over to Pietro and Lance. [color=cc33ff]"How can I help?"[/color] she asked Lance, kneeling down next to her husband. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://media.tenor.com/utcTh7EAY9cAAAAM/anakin-skywalker-darth-vader.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Mansion
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Necromancy
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Neil didn't know what Pyro was talking about either - paradise? What even? And what did that have to do with fighting the X-Men? Had Pyro gotten one too many concussions during superhero brawls? Neil couldn't voice these questions though, as Frenzy was upon him [i]yet again[/i]. She asked him about the ill fated mutant nation as her hand gripped his throat, squeezing tightly enough to make it difficult to breathe. [color=12ABB0]"I - uh - here?"[/color] Neil choked out. 

	Unlike the other X-Men who had been off in space, Neil had been at the X-Mansion when Genosha was founded. He had been curious about it, if not somewhat wary - Magneto was a part of its government, as were other foes of the X-Men. He had meant to go and check it out, probably with Mira and Carolina, but that just... didn't end up happening. He stayed in Westchester. He saw on the news when Genosha was attacked - when its population was decimated. And he did... nothing. He did X-Men things. He didn't go to Genosha. He regretted that. He should have gone. He should have... he should have done [i]something[/i]. He should have been there. 

	Neil couldn't help but come to the conclusion that Frenzy was right.

	Was this why they were being attacked - for not being there when mutants were massacred? 

	Neil was taken out of his guilty thoughts as the cosmos seemed to vomit up three corpses - three corpses summoned by Max. They were a horrific and ghastly sight. Two of them were clowns - one of them decapitated, cradling its head like a basketball, and the other bent up in weird pretzel like knots. The third body wore a police officer's uniform, a gaping wound in their chest that looked like a tree must have impaled them or [i]something[/i]. Somehow, Neil knew that Max had killed these people. 

	His heart twisted in terror - [i]what had Max done over his centuries long life? And what would he do to Neil if he knew the truth?[/i]

	Neil's eyes glowed a bright yellow, with bits of smoke of the same color almost emanating out of them. The corpses rose stiffly, bones and joints [i]snapping[/i] audibly - and the same yellow color shone from their empty eye sockets. The zombies advanced upon Frenzy, moving much faster than popular culture would have had you believe. And the three of them were enough to surround her, forcing her to drop Neil as the zombies pushed Frenzy, cornering her and advancing upon her. The decapitated clown held his head out, the jaw opening up to show menacing shark-like teeth. 

	And then the zombies began to feast, ripping and tearing and shredding her flesh. 

	[color=12ABB0]"Thanks,"[/color] Neil said to Max, his voice strange and distant - as if Neil wasn't really there, as if upon animating the bodies, something else possessed the young Spellman... [color=12ABB0]"Why'd you kill them, Max?"[/color]