<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.lisimg.com/5655195/280full.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Noah Turgeon<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Magus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284160.msg13983935#msg13983935)<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>1:20 AM / April 6, 2102<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ruins of New York<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>None<br/><br/>This was more action than Noah had experienced in some time…actually in…ever. The others that joined in the fray seemed to have costumes and at least some training in basic fighting. Noah used his gaming handle for some reason, Magus. It seemed to fit.<br/><br/>It also seemed the others were more inclined to use decisive force in achieving their goals. Noah’s magic was stunning the assailants, but likely caused no long term damage. His compatriots seemed a bit more lethal.<br/><br/>The magically-enhanced mutant continued to move through the rubble on his way to his objective – the people. Magus could almost feel the dire emotions. Even with this protective spell, Noah flinched as weapons were drawn at him. So far he’d cast a defensive spell that only impacted those with aggression against him. It was his nature to disarm and disable.<br/><br/>“Clumsy fool, clumsy fool, clumsy fool.” Magus’ hands glowed green as the curse bit at the assailants. As though just learning to walk or hold a gun, assailants lost footing and dropped weapons.<br/><br/>Magus’ power flowed greatly. Two major spells, one requiring constant attention, taxed his abilities. He still had power left in him, but he wasn’t accustomed to such use. Hopefully the siege would end soon.