[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,  Soul Staff [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1072256323997151362/Screenshot_20191006-040735_Instagram.jpg]Current Outfit[/url][/center]
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The fight continued to ensue all around him. Everyone seemingly making strides in progress against their foes save for Max. Lucky for him, he was used to the chaos that fights could bring, the cacophony of screams and sounds of powers being exerted over one another, surrounding him as he watched each mutant handle their battle on their own. He needed to finish this with Sabertooth, he needed to talk to Pyro and see what it was that they planned to do here. Why they attacked, and what paradise they were thinking of. Had Magneto had a back up to Genosha? Was it only to a select few? Or was something Sinister at play here as a trap is being laid out for mutantkind? All of those thoughts had to wait, swiftly pushed out as one took root and replaced all others. As Neil turned to look at Max with yellow eyes and a dead voice asking him why he'd killed them.

At first Max was confused. He'd never killed any clowns, let alone harmed one. He didn't care for the finality of death, he didn't purposely enact it on anyone he faced, not even Selene. The only person Max had ever attempted to murder was the cthulu motherfucker from the Vault that dared lay claim to the title if Sorcerer Supreme. But one of the zombies shambles off behind the others, donning a familiar uniform. He saw Waverlys mom, gaping hole still in her as she continued to haunt him till this day. He didn't know what cruel joke the universe was playing at him, but he didn't care for it either way. The blacks of his eyes shrunk down until they were the size of a pinhole, all other sounds and people fading away as he kept hearing Neil's voice replay in his head as he transfixed onto Waverlys mom. 

Max could hear Strange's voice, echoing the back of his mind, barely audible over the sound of his own heart beating in his ears. Something about maintaining control, not letting his emotions…he could feel the magic and chaos swirling inside of him, in his center as it burned to get out. He tried to hold it in and then…claws gripped at his throat, his body moved but not of it own accord before being slammed into the ground. It was like a shock to his system, everything he'd been holding in was now freed to get out. As the crater formed beneath his body, an explosion of fire wisped and erupted out from him. A radial are blasting across the garden as discolored flames of black, pinks, blues, and whites littered the space. In areas where the fire reached, tombstones began to emerge each bearing the name of someone Max had lost and felt immense guilt for. People he was too weak to save.

One by one the were created, Leighton, Waverly, Her mother, Star Eyes, one for every fallen student of Selene's coven, and finally one popped up right next to Ed bearing his name. Max's eyes were now back to full black, universes once again spinning within them. He peered into Sabertooths eyes as his staff began to eminate with power. A portal opened up between the two, a rift between spaces, as Sabertooth fell through and landed 50 feet away Max, allowing the magic mutant to slowly get himself back up from within the crater.

 [Color=aba400]"Let's get one thing clear Spellman. I don't kill. There is [i]always[/i] another way."[/color] Where as Neil's voice was strange and distant, Max's was strong and demanding in this instance. [Color=aba400]"Mutants shouldn't have to fight each other, we shouldn't kill each other, and I refuse to be a part of another person's war or agenda. So come at me if you will dog breath, but I will not lift a finger to harm you for some forsaken paradise. I've seen what those look like already and how quickly they crumble."[/color]

Before Max could respond to Pyro, a swirl of fire and plants danced and reshaped into a fiery bird, a Phoenix. Pieces clicked in place as he realized what the presence he'd felt earlier was, a cosmic force known to him not only through his mutant channels, but also because of his mystical ones. He'd seen as much about an entity known as the Phoenix Force, something that had been described as [i]"the embodiment of the very passion of Creation—the spark that gave life to the Universe, the flame that will ultimately consume it."[/i] What it was doing with Marygold he had no idea, but the awe of it alone was enough to snap him back to his senses a bit. Even more reason to get on this team, Sorcerers should help to keep the cosmos safe from extraplanar issues that threaten the fabric of reality, or at least he'd heard Strange say as much.

Max looked towards where he'd tossed Sabertooth, then towards Ed in the distance. He didn't know if in his current state he could manage a jump there, let alone walk. So he decided to make due with his own power, multi-colored strands stitching together wounds across his body, and helping to alleviate aches and pains he'd endured from all the beatings Sabertooth had hammered into him. Max had no idea how he'd even manage to knock out Sabertooth, and he refused to kill the mutant, but all he could do now was take a beating and heal back up in between bouts.