[center][h2][color=indianred]Maxwell Thomas[/color][/h2]
[sup][@Athol]  [i]Location: Chicago, Millennium Park[/i][/sup][/center]

Max didn't question the sudden voice telling him to move.  He sidestepped, and then watched, partially in awe, partially in horror, as the woman who'd called to him sent the metal around them flying towards the spear-wielder, ending up with him pinned to the concrete by a bench.  Ordinarily he wouldn't trust a random stranger, but something told him that this was an ally, not another threat.  "R-right.  Uh, c'mon, the train station's this way."  Max waved the woman in the direction he'd already been heading, setting a rather brisk pace.  He did not want to be there when spear man got loose.

Now that he wasn't fleeing for his life, he had a chance to actually look at his rescuer.  She had a round face with freckles on her cheeks and nose, and brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.  "My name's Maxwell."  He eyed the hammer she held.  "I got something like that too -- a staff," he said.  "Did...uh...."  He trailed off, not really sure how to ask the question of [i]did you get spoken to by a Greek god as well[/i] without sounding like a nutcase.