He spoke, turning to continue his gaze upon stark, “Turning water into wine and healing the wounded. I wonder, however…” The metal wrapped around the leg of one of the stools whined, contorting and breaking in the wood before being ripped out. Holding his hand open, the mutant formed the gold plated metal into an ominous looking device.
“I wonder if he can bring back the dead.” Without warning, the bolt in Magneto’s hand shot across the room, striking one of Stark’s groupies in the shoulder. He could have gone for a clean shot through another vital area but that would have brought the body count up higher than he wanted. Just one would do. One dying man would be enough for now.
Loud screams echoed in the small building as people began to run around, trying to escape the moment that the man was impaled. Right away his eyes turned red, every blue light in his armour followed; becoming red.
Tony grabbed the twisted metal, yanking it out swiftly then catching the man in his arms, again his hand hovered over the far more severe injury and there were a couple of sounds as he dosed him up with Extremis, or a much watered down version. “Comparing me to a religious figure… Rather apt.”
“Everyone get out of here!” He yelled, holding the man until he spotted the signature lava-like goop form over the wound, the man began to spasm in his arms even as Tony held him, but this watered down version was different from what he had. This was more people-compatible. He placed the man down on the ground before letting out a calm, low chuckle. “Such anger, young Magneto. Killing the innocent… Now I see where your daughter got it from. But you see, I should be thanking you - after all, she made me into this. Or at least helped to."