"They're Wyld," Strange quietly scoffs, as he looks over at...the Amethyst megaphone. Where are the eyes on that thing, this is hard to debate with. He's lowering his voice as well, despite having no idea where the heck her ears are either. "This talk about determination and help is nice, but from what I've gathered about Wyld Fae, results count as well."

He remembers the vague texts about the Wyld Fae he read in the Athenaeum. Considering how dog-eat-dog, gain control by being the strongest, all of this sounds, might as well have proof to go behind their claims.

Still, Steven using the Miracles is a good idea. So, with a murmured incantation, Strange does the same. He calls forth his shield spell, as a smaller replica of the Silver Mirror, also pulsing with Miracle energy, starts to grow out from the mirrors on his wrist.