Magneto settled against the wall, arms crossed lightly over his chest, and finally dropped his shield. Tanned, dark hair, dark eyes, younger, a milght slighter build, the man standing there looked nothing like Magneto. That was the plan.

"Perhaps. Almost anyone could figure out what to use against you. It wasn't difficult." Still, his voice held that unnatural calm.

"Death here doesn't mean much to Newcomers, does it?"