[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 Station 
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft (clothing creation)
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Max hadn't had time to answer or even react to Neil's statement as he held back a groan of disdain and sigh of agitation as Guin went off on the man he'd seen outside. Rob if he recalled. Not everyone was a Stark, nor did everyone have an advanced knowledge of chemicals, compounds, and the way they worked. Hell Max had believed the chloroform idea had merit as well…until Guin enlightened him by proxy of telling Robert off. Half of it went over his head and he couldn't even begin to imagine exactly how much of the stuff it would take as she was saying it, but he was glad to see she went back on track towards the semi formed plan they had made to take on Cortez. 

Max made his way over towards the woman asking about a Selfie, listening in as others put in their input including Annie expanding on her abilities and powers. He didn't go anywhere without his phone, always one call or mystic message away from hearing the latest news about his son. He'd wrapped one arm around Perry quickly as he snapped a picture of the two of them. [Color=aba400]”I'll send it over later. Pyrokinetics sounds like a great addition, Annie. Mary's right. We have the people to double up on jobs which gives us a greater advantage than we even realized. Teamwork is how we make it out of here, and He'll, do a great job and I can treat us all to some authentic New Orleans cuisine and the best beignets you'll ever have.”[/color] He said with a confident smile that came with someone who'd faced threats larger than this.

The smile grew wider, turning almost into something new as he felt something coarse inside of him. He'd had a similar feeling before, back on Genosha, back when he told himself he wouldn't do [i]that[/i] again. It felt good, it made him feel powerful, and it was just so easy. But it was Magic he wouldn't touch again. This however felt different, it was like ecstacy yet his nerves felt on edge, as though they were on fire. His chest felt warm and as he heard the walls groan in protest he realized too late what was happening. Multi-colored flames danced gently across the surface of his skin and clothes, inches away from actually touching him like a shield of Cosmic Flames. All he was able to get out was a singular word. [Color=aba400]”Fuck”[/color]

With a massive pulse of energy, Max erupted outwards with a blast of flames. He could barely see it, barely make out what had happened until it all cleared out. Fire now littered the space they once resided in, almost every single person in there had been blown backwards and slammed against a wall as the flames caused burns. The fire lingered against the walls, floor, and ceiling, only three people missing from the disaster. Pietro, Bethany, and Guin. The only two left physically standing were Annie and Miranda, flames having barely singed their skin as minor burns were left behind.