The Toad thought those who had fallen were all dead, and unable to bear the pressure, he tried to escape. Little did he expect that he could not possibly escape the grasp of Rory, and he was drained of his life right then and there, shriveling into a mummified husk.
Mutants kept falling all around Magneto until he was the last man standing, entirely isolated, with beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down the edge of his helmet.
Rory raised his hand, and a wisp of black mist coiled around his fingertips.
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