Magnus took it all in in a moment: two front-line fighters had this guy on the ground in the womens ward of the school, best to be of real use. Given the hour it would be easy to guess where she was. *BAMF* ...She isn't here. Magnus found himself in a womans room with no woman. She must have left with the others on the mission while he was unloading the unconscious cargo. Next on the hit parade. *BAMF* "AH! Get out!" *BAMF* He had to make the pit stop in another's room for the shortcut needed and got a brush to the side of his head for it. 

*BAMF* "Intruder, no alarms, Talon, Aya, NOW!"

He latched onto the man and with their combined weight he didn't need the shortcut. [b]*BAMF*[/b] Now before the three on the floor was the worlds most powerful telepath wreathed in the black smoke from the bowels of hell. Magnus couldn't wait to see this guy get reduced to a pile of tapioca pudding.

Xavier: "Greetings, I am Charles Xavier. Welcome to the Institute for higher learning."
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As he found himself heading home for the night, Johnny cash came into his mind as he plodded on. 

"Well, look down yonder Gabriel, put your feet on the land and see 
But Gabriel don't you blow your trumpet 'til you hear it from me 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down 
Ain't no grave can hold my body down "

He felt the bite of night on his face, the smell of the grass and the lake, the taste of well, a pink of hockey he missed on his bottom lip. But what he saw left him stunned, a shooting star came out the window of the mansion up on into the sky where it fired off into the sky like fireworks before firing down into the lake and making it glow like gods own grace to light back up the sky. Just as soon as it came, it shot off again back into the manor just as the jet that came back home took off again.