[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mansion Kitchen
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft,  Soul Staff [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1072256323997151362/Screenshot_20191006-040735_Instagram.jpg]Current Outfit[/url][/center]
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[Color=aba400][i]Contest?[/i][/color] Max thought to himself as Jaclyn called out after him. He hadn't thought about any of this as a contest, but Pyro had mentioned that he was doing this to secure a spot in Paradise. Did they need to win in order to get it? What happened to those that won but had no idea of the prize? None of it was adding up inside of his mind. Bethany seemed to ask about the bodies he brought along, though he didn't see the reason why. Neil was losing badly, he was out of his element, and apparently good ol Charles could afford to have his own son locked up inside of a Mausoleum but not have any bodies nearby for his necromancer mutants? The hypocrisy. Max was about ready to be done with all of this, wondering what would happen if he'd just teleported all but Pyro away to Magentos Island. 

He was about to start his spell when Neil continued onwards, barrating him about those he'd summoned. He felt that pit inside his stomach again, the churning feeling as he heard his words reverberating inside his ears. He felt his Magix well up inside of him, flickers threatening to pulse out again, but he didn't. His time with Strange wasn't a waste. He may be one of his most unorthodox students, but he was a student nonetheless. He'd deal with Spellman later. For now…he had a whole other monster to fight. Ed. Max saw the tombstone that rose over by where Ed had once stood, and based on what Ed was asking, he knew who it belonged to. Luckily they pushed past that and straight towards his arm, but it seemed unlike James, Ed had to set the bone before continuing. He didn't realize how much he relied on James and his Omega level healing. He'd be sure to tell him next they met.

Max was going to try once more, a spell to get rid of all their attackers save for the friendly, but before a single word could leave his lips he felt his stomach crawling up his throat. The world washed by in a blur, colors fading to nothing until he was finally let go with another sickening snap before a third followed as Sabertooth stepped onto his leg. He screamed out in pain, his hand moving towards his leg, shakily as the pain overtook him. He laid his back into the dirt, eyes closed as he took in short sharp breaths, prepping for what was to come next. Max tried to prop himself up on his good elbow, using the staff to create splints and bandaging around his limbs to help set the bones. Pain kept flooding through him and he managed it alright, but only conjuring them around him not on him.

Heard back down, taking in a few more breaths before getting himself back up to a manageable position, taking the materials with him in one hand as he let go of the staff. Max reached over towards his other arm, trying his best to set it but all he managed was to cause more pain as he screamed through gritted teeth before falling back onto his back and breathing sharply to ease the pain. One, two, three, he tried once more, finally getting to do a piss poor job of it but enough to help out somewhat. A few more breaths. [Color=aba400]"Jac- I…Ed?"[/color] He saw the orb sprout arms and take him in, and then…black.