Max sat up as he saw his swords get knocked over to the ground. <That is the only thing I have to remember my brother. Even if it was used for evil I need to take care of it.> he thinks. He calmly breathes as he feels his body slowly build up energy as he looks at Brutus. He stands up and holds out his hands as the wounds that the sword left are encased in ice so they can't heal as fast as he rushes to his swords the pain in his face still hitting him pretty hard and he could only see with one eye.