[Itβs how his mind has always worked. Think, consider all the angles, do it fast and do it purposefully and effectively, and Stephen Strange can solve any problem thrown his way. Even if the chances are one in fourteen million.
He can tell itβs a point of frustration, even now, with corpses crawling their way. When Wandaβs magic ensnares them in something dark, something like a string pulling at a retinue of undead puppets, he understands why she would hesitate β but using her magic now, to this degree, is better than having to rely upon it even more heavily if they stumble into more trouble later. Something worse than the undead shambling their way.
For what itβs worth, he certainly doesnβt want to keep her connected to the hive mind for very long, either. Heβs logical, empirical; but heβs not cruel.]
On it.
[Hands fly into practiced motions again. This time, the mandala that blooms in amber light twists and spins before them both, so overlarge its edges almost scrape against the maze walls. It shudders, vibrating with energy, then releases a huge blast of bright, eldritch magic. Simple in theory, but blinding in execution.
It tears through the group, rending them apart, nigh vaporizing the less sturdy among them. Hopefully Wanda has the foresight to let go of her influence before the hive mind registers that straight into her brain, too.]
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He can tell itβs a point of frustration, even now, with corpses crawling their way. When Wandaβs magic ensnares them in something dark, something like a string pulling at a retinue of undead puppets, he understands why she would hesitate β but using her magic now, to this degree, is better than having to rely upon it even more heavily if they stumble into more trouble later. Something worse than the undead shambling their way.
For what itβs worth, he certainly doesnβt want to keep her connected to the hive mind for very long, either. Heβs logical, empirical; but heβs not cruel.]
On it.
[Hands fly into practiced motions again. This time, the mandala that blooms in amber light twists and spins before them both, so overlarge its edges almost scrape against the maze walls. It shudders, vibrating with energy, then releases a huge blast of bright, eldritch magic. Simple in theory, but blinding in execution.
It tears through the group, rending them apart, nigh vaporizing the less sturdy among them. Hopefully Wanda has the foresight to let go of her influence before the hive mind registers that straight into her brain, too.]