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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 23:15:50 GMT -6
According to all news sites Max Regem was in Los Angeles, meeting with investors. Of course, that was actually true, as far as they know. He was seen by paparazzi and was currently in a meeting. It was useful having illusion casters and shape shifters in his pocket. It allowed him to visit Gotham, alone. While it was risky to go alone, especially without his back up Ace and buxom right hand Queen, he was more than capable of operating alone. He had his sights set on the Gotham history museum which was hosting a private collection. It took a lot for Maximus to actually try and obtain something for himself. Usually he just did it for the challenge and then let the gang split the score. But this was a different matter. They had a special battle axe on display that had belonged to an ancient Roman warlord. Of course said warlord was his father Romulus, and getting it back into the family was important.
As he hovered above the street on his card he looked down at the quiet museum. He knew it was risky and knew a Bat or some other hero was likely aware of his presence. Truth be told he was glad, he had grown bored and impatient. The Royal Flush Gang's empire was growing every day, and they seemed to go mostly unchallenged. Yes he'd had a run in with a second-gen Kryptonian, but he wasn't too concerned about him. He was no Superman, despite what he claimed. Flying towards the museum he set his sights on the domed glass on top of the roof. Yes it was loud, armed and would be extremely noticable. But, truth be told, he didn't honestly care. As he flew towards the dome his hand shot out and he dragged his adamantium nails along the doom, quickly slicing a circle out which fell to the museum floor and shattered. The hole was big enough for him and his car and he quickly made his way inside. He heard the alarms start and as he flew he cast a quick spell, firing energy at the alarms and cameras, shorting them out. He flew down the hallway and there in a case was the axe. It had very much seen better days, but could've been worse.
"Time to go home."
He said with a smirk before using his nails to cut the case away. He knew by now Gotham PD was likely surrounding the museum, which also meant at least one hero would be here soon. Which was good, he was due for a good fight. He pulled the axe out and placed it on his back before heading back towards the hole he'd made to enter to museum.
"Well, I suppose worst case scenario I can kill some cops before I leave this wretched city."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 6:42:27 GMT -6
Gabe’s power practice had gone south quickly- and literally. He had been sitting in his living room twenty minutes earlier, cross legged hovering above he centre of the rune circle he had drawn. He hadn't meant to turn up on a Gotham City pavement.
Luckily it was fairly dark; a highly embarrassed face was far more memorable if it was green. Gabe quickly looked around for anywhere people would not look for magically appearing teenagers, and settled on the nearby museum. Gabe felt he may as well take advantage. The museum had a pretty thorough exhibit on Roman warfare. Gabe headed into it, and towards the back. A display in the back showed their battle tactics. Most of the people there seemed to only really be scanning the information panels, but Gabe stopped and read them all fully.
He was so engaged, in fact, that he didn't notice the dramatic entrance until a woman nearby exclaimed her surprise. Gabe turned, his bright blue eyes instantly fixing on the entrant. Iwantmycostume, Iwantmycostume, Iwantmycostume… Gabe threw the hood of his cloak up even as it materialised around him. The soft material fell from his shoulders, and his normal suit crept over his skin, replacing his civilian attire. Within seconds he had taken on the guise of Thaumaturge, and thankfully so much attention had been given to the king of Hearts that no one seemed to be looking in his direction.
The Suicide King made a pretty good demonstration of his skills, and Gabe new he was no match for that- at least yet. He would not be able to attack straight on. This would require some more subtlety and playing for time until the cops arrived. As soon as this turned to a fight he was on losing ground and Gabe’s only hope would be playing defensively with a last resort of teleporting away- leaving the civilians at the King’s mercy.
He walked lightly despite his fear, and was careful to keep a good distance. His youth may be an advantage in some circles, and certainly his obscurity was, but it was practically hero lesson number one to never trust a guy wielding a giant killing machine, be it a death ray or, in this case, a very rusty war-axe.
His voice was quiet, and it was clear that he had to force himself to speak, but over the near-silence he was still audible. ”I've heard of people who fan-boy over strange things, but Viking? You’re pretty dedicated to break into a museum’s Roman exhibition for your Viking costume.” Gabe was aware this would probably attract some hostility, but any attempt to defend himself magically could be seen as initiating a fight. Just Gabriel standing in a hood and having the courage to address him was probably enough provocation.
He wasn't sure how to respond to the man’s resort option. He was almost certainly higher up on the kill list and right now he was hoping with all his heart that he had just been brave and not a total idiot. Too late to turn back now.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 21:34:56 GMT -6
Things were going great so far. He'd hoped for some pathetic attempt at subduing him from security guards. Of course he hadn't left yet so that was still on the table. But he was about to head straight out the front door, his card hovering a few feet above the ground when he heard a small voice. He stopped, looking over at the hooded form. Interesting, a young hero trying to stop him. He placed his hand on the hilt of his broadsword and smirked before giving a large smile revealing his adamantium coated canines.
"Adorable...."
He said examining him carefully.
"Not a Robin, no, wrong color scheme and the bravado is not there."
He stepped off the card, drawing his sword and laughing. Sure he'd been hoping for a hero but this was far from what he'd wanted. He sniffed the air, trying to get a feel for him. It was an interesting scent. Familiar yet not. This child could prove useful in the long run, or at the very least fun.
"But there's more than just a hooded child here."
He sniffed the air, letting his sword slide across the tile cutting a deep line in it. He looked him up and down and laughed, running his tongue along his elongated canines. Doing a little intimidation was not difficult, in fact it came easy for him. Primarily because he KNEW he was superior to all he came up against.
"I can smell the magic on you boy. Raw, but there."
One security guard rushed him, baton ready. With a quick spin the guard's legs fell while his top half continued on its intended journey, just slightly past Maximus.
"I do so hate interruptions don't you. Tell me child, what's your name? Wizard-Lad? Magic Kid? Sorcerer Boy? I'm feeling generous. Leave me and I'll allow you to live."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 16:09:07 GMT -6
Gabe was hurt by the man’s initial comment; like he was feeble. His eyebrows knitted together slightly. The fangs were disturbing at least. Why on earth would a guy coat his teeth in metal? He was a little grateful for that, though. Metal teeth meant that his electrokinesis would likely be highly valuable.
Gabe smiled slightly at the notion of him being a bat. The thought of any of the Robins dressing up in galaxy-camo was ridiculous. He mumbled his response to being called a hooded boy under his breath: ”That’s because I’m a teenager. Not a child.”
The sword made Gabe worried, especially with the ease it cut through the tiling. He knew full well he would be no harder a cut. He didn’t like the laughter either. This was nothing compared to the man’s easy detection of his magic.
”And rapidly improving. Anyone ever told you that you sound like Voldemort?” His voice wavered slightly at the last word. It probably sounded like sarcasm, but really it was the fact that that comparison was so easy. A patronising evil magician, with no fashion sense, terrorising the normals? Pretty Voldemort-esque.
Gabe’s eyes widened as the security guard fell, enough to catch some of the lighting even under his hood. He stepped forwards, one hand lifting in a motion similar to catching a ball. ”Iwanthimtoland-“ The man had fallen face first before he could even finish his spell’s first repetition. ”…lightly…”
Gabe’s eyes travelled slowly back to the man as he spoke. His mouth puckered in irritation, even as he spoke. ”Don’t patronise me. I’m young, not an idiot.”
The teenager snorted slightly at the suggestions. ”No, no and no. They all sound like my father. Thaumaturge.” Gabe’s face cracked open in a grin, although he was still shaking with nerves. ”How about you leave without me reforming your dental health plans?”
Gabe -for the first time- looked the man straight in the eyes. ”You know, before you threaten to kill me with your beautiful metal denti-cure and metal sword you should probably check out what my great-grandpa could do to the real wolverine and not just some cheap cop-out.” He hoped the inevitable bouncing of ideas might buy him some more time at least, even if he was bluffing, but he started running through spells mentally, preparing for their inevitable necessity.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2015 21:42:54 GMT -6
As the boy tried to insult him he gave a light laugh. Not a terrible joke really, it could've been worse really. He'd heard all kinds of attempted jokes from terrible heroes and hero wannabes. Most never survived. But this child was adorable and indeed interesting.
"I get that comment more than you may think. Personally I think my complexion is superior, not to mention my mind. But we could discuss my superiority for hours."
He said with a light laugh. Whether he was just young, an idiot or both would remain to be seen. When the child gave his name Maximus stopped, smirking lightly. He liked this kid, he went big and thought he was the toughest. Sure Maximus would need to show him his place but should the boy survive, and want, he could have a place in his Court. Magic users were always helpful/
"The Miracle Maker, impressive, I like it. Doesn't quite roll off the tongue, but not terrible. I would look for a different name personally, but that's me. You're young and if you survive perhaps you can change your name."
He said with a nod of his head. He ignored the threat, primarily because it wasn't a threat. He was trying though, he liked it. His card came to him and Maximus set the axe on it and it took off, flying towards the hole he'd come in. He didn't want to damage the axe when he potentially killed the child.
"Wolverine? A simple pawn, but I do suppose some do look up to him with reverence."
He said with a smirk, twirling the sword, pointing it towards him.
"You're quite willful child, I like it. However, no one opposes a King."
He said before mumbling a quick spell and with his free hand, hurling a magical energy blast at him. A simple spell but he wanted to see what he was capable of.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2015 9:12:28 GMT -6
He wanted to protest that he had been serious as the man laughed, but he stopped himself. Despite pointing out differences, all that the King was doing was making similarities easier to spot. “You’re just as arrogant, if not more. And that laugh didn't reduce the image.”
Gabe really did not like how much humour the man seemed to be finding in the situation. Simply, it was highly doubtful that he would if he was even in the slightest doubt to his victory. Sure, super-villains were always arrogant, but this seemed ridiculous. ”No thanks. Names hold power. Revoking a name can revoke power, changing a name can change the nature of your power…I’d rather not have the liability.”
Gabe willed himself into the air a couple of seconds after the man, maintaining the distance between them as much as he dared. Gabe noted that he decided not to use the axe although it was clearly a superior weapon. Defending it maybe? Protecting it? What would happen if the King of Hearts couldn't fulfill that?
”It wasn't so much Wolverine as the exact level of thrashing I was getting at. And besides, if he was a pawn, you’re still hardly the king of the chess set.”
Again the nervous waver entered his voice. ”I oppose a king.” That was truer than the man could possibly know; the very act of his existence was an opposition against an alien emperor. That was hardly the point. ”As much as I know opposing kings is fairly common, anyway. Ever heard of the fourth of July? French Revolution? Guy Fawkes?”
Gabe’s eyes hardly widened as the bolt was aimed at him: he was too on edge to be really surprised, and his plan changed in an instant. ”Turntoelectricity, turntoelectricity, turntoe-“ Gabe stopped as he saw the spell’s intended effect: The bolt turned into blue sparks just before it hit his skin and the energy rippled along the surface of his limbs as it struck. More fuel. It was better to cannibalise the kings energy than to use up his own; not that the electrokinesis really used much at all. He let the sparks pool at his hands before he reached out, aiming at the extended sword. Gabe channeled the energy he had gathered and shot it out, intending the sparks to travel up the sword far enough to shock the man.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2015 22:57:10 GMT -6
Maximus watched the man hover briefly and shrugged. Not the most impressive movement as hovering didn't show much. Plus it was basically a waste of energy and if it was meant to intimidate it clearly far from working. It would take more than subtle floating to intimidate the King of Hearts. He was trying which was likely adorable but he would deal with him in due time. Maximus watched his card fly away as he stayed on the ground. The axe would be safe, now he could deal with this so-called miracle maker. He fired the magical blast, which wasn't terribly strong. It was more so to see what he was capable of. He was mildly impressed as the boy seemed to harness the very energy he'd fire at him, only to have it sent back at him. He felt the electricty move through him and did his best to keep his composure.
"Interesting child, very interesting."
He said sheathing his sword. No sense leaving that out for a target since he could fire the electricity. Luckily the heat from it had no effect thanks to his mutation. However at the end of the day it was still electricity going through him. Normally he'd hop on his card and jump off, using the drop to explode, but his card was escaping with the axe. Yes he always had a semi-decent amount of kinetic energy absorbed to be able to explode at a moment's notice.
"Remember child, I warned you to back down. Let their deaths be on your head."
He said glancing over at a group of tourists trying to flee the would be battle. He gave Gabriel a salute before falling back, opening up a portal behind him. The other portal appeared above the fleeing group. He free fell into the ground and detonated. Gabriel himself would've been safe from the explosion, but the 10 or so people fleeing weren't. Those who weren't killed by the explosion were hit by the shrapnel that was the pieces of his bones, designed to be razor sharp and move through nearly any basic material, especially flesh. The museum was filled with alarms and screaming but now it was just silence. A few whimpers could be heard but otherwise there was simply silence.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 2:12:51 GMT -6
Gabe couldn't help noticing that the man reacted to his levitation. He was so used to it that it just happened. It took very little magical energy; so little even that flying for days probably wouldn't drain as much as even very basic spells performed once. It was strange to him that it might be seen as an attempt at seeming threatening. If it had been that, Gabe would have been shrugging too.
”I’m sure I've run over this. Not Child. I’m a teenager. Difference.” Gabe didn't like how small the man’s reaction was. He barely shifted; enough to let him know that the king had felt it, but clearly it had virtually no effect on him. Gabe also noted that he did at least put the sword away. It probably affected him more than he let on then, although that was likely still very little.
That was not a good thing to hear. Ever. No way was he going to just allow people to die. No. He rushed forward as he saw the portal opening, and his eyes caught onto the escapees. Internally he was screaming at himself. Reasonably, he had no way to know that this was what the king had meant by his threats- surely even a villain wasn't that concerned over something that seemed at best in need of a severe oiling? But he had been warned. He could have backed down. AS far as he was concerned the damage was his fault. The words came even while his mind was numbed with shock. ”Iwanttoshieldthem, Iwanttoshieldthem, Iwanttoshieldthem…”
He watched, unable to look away at what happened. The explosion rang across his eyes, turning his vision blue and green for a second at the sudden light. Through the dull buzz, he heard small, hard objects falling everywhere, and various objects cracking and breaking.
His spell was too late… his fault, again his fault. He was still speaking, although his voice sounded shattered and disjointed even to him, so he stopped. The silence of the sirens seemed to create an empty, incomprehensible space in his mind.
He could hear a woman crying behind him, someone he had seen earlier. Had she just lost someone close to her? No. Gabe was not going to just accept their deaths. No way.
He headed through the hole the king had entered by, looking down at the destruction, seeing the mess below. He landed next to the broken form of an elderly man, barely breathing. Maybe his spell had had some effect then. Not enough to stop his injuries, though. Gabe sat down at the man’s head, resting on some rubble, shutting his eyes tight to the world, but only after he noted the pock-marked wounds upon his intended target. ”Iwanthimtoheal, Iwanthimtoheal… heal, heal…” He was probably too far gone for this to help, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 12:41:10 GMT -6
Maximus was enjoying the destruction he'd created as he took time to reform. Sure he could retain his consciousness while he reformed and in instances like this, he loved it. He got to see all the destruction and devastation he'd caused. He currently existed in a the form of mist, consciousness with no body. He actually enjoyed this feeling, it was so freeing. Of course having done it after causing several deaths was another matter. It was pretty much exactly what he loved using that power for. Sure he does use it in other instances, but he prefers using it to cause death and mayhem. He was watching the kid try to help and heal he couldn't help but laugh. Of course only he knew he was laughing. He wished he could communicate with him, but he didn't have that ability. He wanted to taunt him, but would have to wait.
He could already feel himself coming together, it was a strange feeling. It started with his skeleton and then slowly everything else formed. He had some control over where he formed however. He did his best to shift it so he was behind Gabriel. He had a tendency to go for the dramatic, something that had hindered him in the past. But he was a showman after all and that was something he wouldn't be changing anytime soon. In reality he probably should, but he wasn't the type to change something. He 'stood' behind him as he tried to heal the old man.
"I did warn you child."
He said, now fully formed, arms crossed. His sword hadn't made the reforming. He noticed it lying in the crater he'd created and shrugged it off.
"Let this be a warning to you. Although I must admit the magic oozing off you smells delicious..."
He said reaching out. He knew making contact with him could activate his magical vampirism ability. It would allow him to absorb some of Gabriel's own magic, amplifying his own briefly. Either way he knew how dangerous and painful it could be for them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 3:23:32 GMT -6
Gabe continued chanting his lines all the while that Maximus was forming. He placed his hands gently on either side of his head, adjusting his position slightly to make this easier. He noted when the man’s breathing changed from ragged and uneven to shallow and smooth. That was at least a sign that he was helping.
He stopped only when the man spoke from behind him. His body swung around, his sudden turn catching his hood and slowing it but thankfully not enough for his face to be seen fully. Gabe frowned heavily. He resolved immediately that correcting the man’s patronisation was not going to work, and not to expend valuable words upon it. It took a few seconds for his thoughts to reform enough to express his response, and during this time, the cold glare he gave the villain only grew colder and harder.
”When most of your kind threaten that they mean “I’m going to throw a hissy fit and smash a few cars”, not “I’m actually going to do something monstrous”” Both “your kind” and “monstrous” were spat out, enunciated like swear words. ”I’m not some rare dish to try out!” His chanting resumed as he started moving.
Gabe squirmed away slightly from the man’s hands, but didn’t dare leave the man he was working on. If he left the man his spell would have no chance of working. He did his best to avoid the hand that approached him, but to guarantee no contact he would have to leave his patient.
He didn't like it but he resigned himself for the contact, sending up sparks of electricity to his skin to at least hinder the villain a little. The King had reacted before to this. Minutely, yes, but it was a reaction. Hopefully receiving a shock would at least put him off- and the energy running across the skin of his upper body made it fairly clear that any shock received would be a kicker compared to what he normally dealt out- and beyond this he really had no defense until he was ready to leave the man.
No. The sword. Gabe couldn't summon it now, even across just a few metres, without interrupting his spell, but he had seen it could channel electricity before. He knew he could use it. It sounded like the man was planning to drain his magic, surely weakening it. Then hanging around to try to heal one person was unlikely a good use of time. The sword was less than three metres away… Sure, he had no skill with a sword, but extending his reach was invaluable.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 22:41:19 GMT -6
He simply laughed as Gabriel compared him to typical villains. Gabriel was about to encounter a very strong learning curve. Namely one where he would discover Maximus was like no other villain. He would not waste his energy on some car or other inanimate object. Primarily because there was no point in it. It didn't prove anything and would leave him wake and too drained for a real fight. No, this little explosion showed nothing. This was simply a way to show exactly what he was capable of doing and willing to do. He had no issues killing a group of innocent people, if anything he enjoyed it.
"You see that's where you're wrong child. You are nothing to me. Well, nothing more than a temporary power boost and minor distraction."
He said with a smirk, his adamantium fingernails inches from his skin. He noticed the electricity and smirked. Very interesting. He did find it interesting that was his go to move. Not a terrible go to move really, but at the same time, he'd expected better. But he was also not going to let it stop him. No the child was powerful and he'd deal with some shocking. Plus the extraction was usually painful and would likely distract him from generating electricity, or let the old man die, both fun. He took a breath and grabbed hold of the boy's neck, feeling the electricity rush through him. He began to absorb the magical energy, gritting his teeth as the electricity did its best trying to remove him. He began trying to dig his fingernails through the material of his hood and hopefully into his flesh.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 12:22:13 GMT -6
Gabe had to remind himself who he was meant to be channeling his energy into, as he could feel his magic wanting to worm over to the man who had a worryingly large amount of his attention. He forced his attention back to his target- who was noticeably better now even if he wasn’t yet healed fully- but still managed to hold a firm glare at the man in front of him.
”To me you’re a cheap-skate villain too weak to fight without acting like a stupid magic-vampire.” That was a lie if ever there was one. It sounded cool in his head, but the fact was those sorts of remarks didn’t work when you were fighting back the urge to teleport away. He said the words rhythmically, smoothly returning to the incantation.
Gabe’s eyes grew wide as he saw the metal so close to his face. He gritted his teeth, expecting the pain that was about to come. He was not prepared however, for exactly how painful. He cried out- luckily managing to not make himself sound utterly pathetic- and that put an end to his spell casting. He managed to focus on upping the electricity travelling across his skin. Gabe could feel his magic flowing towards the man. Slowly, yes, but given he had a pretty enormous reserve most of the time, the man was still likely gaining magic at rates he didn’t know how to control. Gabe could see the sword… so close…
Gabe cried out again as the man’s fingernail’s met flesh and dug in. Whatever he had thought of before was blown clean out of his mind as the pain hit him anew. Now was definitely a time he wished he had inherited Hulkling’s powers. Gabe tried to pull himself away from the claws.
His fathers had always given mixed advice on what to do in this kind of circumstance, but for now he would take what Teddy would have done. To realise that the defender was more important than the defendee; you can’t defend someone if you’re dead yourself. He just needed to stay alive so he could defend them- that was if the man would let him go for long enough to let him head over to the sword…
He had to try to force the man off. As he was too unfocused for magic, he had one option. Channel all of his electrical energy into the man’s claws.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 13:54:36 GMT -6
He smirked as he felt the material and flesh give way to his claws. He could feel the warmth of the boy's blood pooling on his fingertips. He smirked as he felt the magical energy begin to flow into him. The boy clearly had a lot of energy, that much was clear. Of course Maximus knew he'd likely kill him from the pain and energy drain before he even got to the bottom of his energy reserve. Either way, not really a loss. He was just about to increase it when Gabriel increased the electricity. He tried to hold on but stepped back clutching his hand. He shook slightly as the energy went over his skin. He shook the feeling back into his hand and laughed lightly. He'd taken enough energy to have some fun for a little bit at least.
"Oh you are more and more entertaining as this goes on boy."
He said with a laugh before stepping back into a portal. The next portal appeared 10 feet back and six Maximus' emerged from it, arms crossed and laughing.
"I must admit, you're more powerful than I imagined."
They all said in unison. The six began to walk towards Gabriel. Their claws grew and they each smiled a sinister smile.
"Let the old man die and leave and we'll let you leave."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 16:56:03 GMT -6
Gabe remembered to move backwards as the man released his grip. His standing was initially wobbly due to the sudden enormous decrease in power, but he still made it back to the sword- only taking a couple of steps- before he could pick it up and requisition it.
His brain felt like a broken record as the man again referred to him just as “boy”. He had to fight the urge to correct him, knowing that would slow him down. Gabe whipped around, rising as the man had appeared behind him.
”And you get lamer and lamer, Bloody Mary.” Naturally, the sword was firmly in his grip, as he had made the most use he could of the time the man had wasted with his little show. He was reluctant to swing it until he had to, as he was sure he had already proven he was awful with a blade, and there was no need to demonstrate exactly how bad he was. The name-calling would hopefully be seen as an insult, and therefore should keep attention on Gabriel.
”Son of the Demiurge, who created planets and life for them. Grandson of the Scarlet Witch, who wiped out the X-genes of almost all mutants. Grandson of the woman who rewrote the laws of the universe to allow her sons to live. I think that leads to power. Power beyond the imagination of mighty manicure-man certainly.” Power which he was scared to really tap into for reasons he had just listed. Power which he, who had actually spent hours practicing with it, still struggled to control, but apparently this magical vampire could control in seconds. That was more than a little humiliating. At least the boasts about family ties actually sounded cool even with how his voice shook.
”It’s not a good sign when you start talking in plural,” Gabe muttered, already thinking about the most effective courses of action. He decided on playing defensive. ”Iwanttoconjureprotectionaroundthecivilians, Iwanttoconjurepro-“ Likely the copies could all be directly attacking the already victimised people, but at least having protection up would prevent some of the further harm.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 21:15:44 GMT -6
He gave a light chuckle at his attempt at an insult. He was beginning to expect more but clearly that wasn't going to be an issue. He was a little let down. He knew how powerful the kid was. He could easily wipe him out, or attempt to. But instead he played defense, simply sat back and waited. Maximus was trying to figure it out but so far nothing. The only logic Maximus was coming to was he was stalling, or simply afraid of something. Maximus was beginning to learn more towards fear. However he was keeping an eye out for someone else. Heroes rarely traveled alone, there seemed to always be back up. He didn't like the idea of back up coming. That was someone and something he wasn't sure about. He knew about Gabriel, he was weak and a coward, but shouldn't be.
"Ah yes, I heard stories of Scarlet Witch. Very impressive. However her M-Day stunt seemed to fizzle out didn't it? I mean there's thousands of mutants, millions really. As for the rest of your non-impressive family members, they mean less than nothing to me. If you wish to talk legacies than we could be here for hours discussing my father alone. But playing the parent card is weak, at best."
He noticed him with the sword and saw no real threat there. The boy was untrained, or not trained enough at the very least. Either way Maximus was certain he could evade the sword and take him out. But the boy had to be smart enough to know a hand to hand fight was not in his best interest. Sure the sword was big enough that he could hope for a lucky shot but was also big enough that he could very easily end up hurting himself. Maximus wasn't about to go after the injured civilians, well not yet.
"So you see I am stuck at a serious issue right now. On the one hand what I wanted is already safe. On the other, you annoyed me and leaving you breathing doesn't look good for me. Image is everything. However I'm sure some maiming could be enough. You would make a wonderful cyclops."
He said with a sinister smile as the six closed in on him, each one reaching out for him.
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