As the Mother of Invention falls, Strange can't help but grin in triumph. He stops his magic, gets back to his feet, and jogs closer towards the main group, wincing as his arm occasionally gets jostled. He doesn't exactly know what's hurt the Mother of Invention though with all that pain? Probably iron.
Strange gets within range of Ignatius in order to hear his words. Destroy her? Good. The Ringmaster once told him that it was a bad idea to kill any other fae. Fat lot of good that did her. After being tortured, mutilated, and maimed, Strange doesn't feel any sympathy for the Mother of Invention at the moment. He's panting as he approaches, a bit out of breath thanks to running with a broken arm.
"If nobody else does it, I will. After all, I'm almost as much Miracle as man at this point." He thinks. Strange hasn't exactly had enough time to analyze his interior composition. He comes to a stop, standing right next to Ignatius. "Surely that should help."
But he's not doing anything until Ignatius gives him the say so.
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Strange gets within range of Ignatius in order to hear his words. Destroy her? Good. The Ringmaster once told him that it was a bad idea to kill any other fae. Fat lot of good that did her. After being tortured, mutilated, and maimed, Strange doesn't feel any sympathy for the Mother of Invention at the moment. He's panting as he approaches, a bit out of breath thanks to running with a broken arm.
"If nobody else does it, I will. After all, I'm almost as much Miracle as man at this point." He thinks. Strange hasn't exactly had enough time to analyze his interior composition. He comes to a stop, standing right next to Ignatius. "Surely that should help."
But he's not doing anything until Ignatius gives him the say so.