Mr. Miracle
His hand beams making quick work of the remaining mechanized threats, only then had Hagen noticed that their scarlet-tinted comrade had already jumped the shark and, presumably, thrown themselves into the fray. He had been about to fly up and join the 'bot to provide fire support when, up above, a shadow came to hover. A bomber, dropping its payload right above the group - luckily, Thunderstorm already leapt to interviene; literally jumping off the bombs by the looks of it. It was actually pretty impressive, he had to admit. The acrobatic side within Terry would've given a light applause were there time for it, but alas.
With the electric ally nabbing the attention of the flying danger, Miracle took to ascending into the air himself. Though, unlike Thunderstorm's flashy display of lightning-fast hops, the magician's entire form glowed for a moment with a rainbow outline before up he soared like a rocket, leaving behind a trail of colorful afterimages of himself. His eyes had narrowed behind the mask strapped over the upper half of his face, a firm, concentrated gaze examining each and every human threat he could see further below. A ton of units, all armed to the teeth...
...but none of them a single issue for the man proficient in the art of disarming.
"Attention everyone, but we must ask you to leave any metal objects at the designated zone before boarding your escape path!"
Miracle had announced into the crowd below, arms extended and fingers spread wide as he could already feel his magikinesis kick in yet again. His eyes remained scanning each and every threat, noting all the firearms, explosives and other such dangerous objects he could spot on their person. As he looked around however, weaving hands and fingers through the air like a puppet master, all weapons he laid his eyes upon would gradually end up being imbued with his color-changing magic. Then, like they'd all grown a brain and voluntarily decided to go on a collective strike-
YOINK!
All firearms of the attending Sumeragi troops (at least the ones who's weapons Miracle could spot from this height, what with all the smoke and projectiles blocking his view and all trying to grab his attention like a nest of scurrying rats) would find themselves flung out of the arms of those who held them, as if their weapons were made of wet soap. In true miraculous fashion, they would simply end up flying in a comically dramatic arc over the wall of the factory and land on his team's side, tossed out like a scrunched-up piece of paper that just barely missed the trash can.
"Thank you for choosing Minos Air, and have a pleasant flight!"
