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"Essentially I can control minds, but even the simplest change of command is hard. Heh, this one time, during my junkie phase, I was hanging at a rave having an acid trip and I accidentally shared the trip with the whole party. Was stuck in a coma for two we-fuh!" He felt the needle pierce the skin, no matter how hard he tried he always felt the needle. "I hate those things....." The Morphine caused a cold feeling all up his arm. Painkillers was a crappy way to live, luckily Axel didn't usually have to use them as he didn't fight much. After letting the morphine take affect he answered. "I'm gonna make the soldiers shit themselves by causing a massive hallucination and then telling their brain to void their bowels. When I pass out give me that shot of adrenaline. Don't worry about where to stick it, just shove that thing through my chest. Its not exactly safe but I'd prefer you guys didn't have to carry me out." Axel closed his eyes and felt for the mind of all the soldiers left on the field.

The soldiers then saw a massive brute of a man, about 9 feet tall, charge towards them from behind, duel wielding rifles that, through the use of pyromancy, were being turned into flamethrowers. This was an extremely complex illusion as it required Axel to get everything right, even the exact feeling of heat if the flames got close. The brute smashed into a soldier and threw him several feet backwards. The rifle released a flame and it flew way to close to the soldiers for their comfort. Then came the real kicker. Every soldier voided their bowels and pissed themselves at once. Each stared at the brute in extreme embarrassment and fear. Most of their fight or flight reflexes chose flight but about five stayed behind and emptied their rifles on the illusion. Seeing that it had no effect they began to run as well.

The illusion dissipated, the Magins had seen nothing and had no clue as to why the soldiers had run, Axel slid over, his eyes still closed. He began to feel his conscientiousness slip.