[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1107862430182297690/Max_Header.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Space, the final frontier
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: (clothing creation)
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Max allowed himself a moment to breathe. Between Magento's confusion, his words, and the seemingly growing gap between Exodus and his Master, it seemed he wouldn't need to intervene for a moment. He leaned against the metallic wall, feeling the cool metal siphon off some of the heat from him as his exhaustion slowly waned away. His breath was evening out, and he was able to function more clearly now that he was given a bit of a moment. He had hoped this Erik was the same one he'd seen back in Genosha, the one who coveted his family, who protected Andy, and whose heart seemed to break at the loss of mutant life. So far it seemed his gamble was correct. Which begged the question, who sent the orders?

Max had an idea or two as to how that might’ve come to be, but before he could speak he noticed something off about his uncanny allies. Guin seemed to keep her hand pressed against the back of her head, although Max could see no obvious injury, it was clear this wasn't a motion for comfort but necessity. She was injured. Ed wasn't around, Max had no link to him otherwise he'd ask Ed to use his sympathetic magic to heal her across distances. So it was up to him to do so, to help her, regardless of how happy she'd be about it. With Magneto's focus on Pietro and Exodus, Max decided to try some magic of his own behind his back, out of sight. The power danced across his fingers, as he felt its other half weaving a spell behind Guins head. The wound stitching closed as the bleeding stopped. Something was resisting him, he didn't know what, but his magic couldn't reach its full potential while it was blocking him. It hurt to say it, but this was the best he could do for now. [Color=aba400]"Unless Exodus acted on his own accord, rallied others to [i]his[/i] cause in the false name of Magneto to give leverage to his words…if he even needed that much. The mutants we fought were craving a battle, not just for the rights to live here, but some seemed keen on killing. This sounds like an internal affair, so why don't we get our allies and leave this to them."[/color]