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Before Callaghan continued, he looked at the being who used to be Huffius. He whistled some classical tune he'd heard about a day ago. It was stuck in his head, damn it. He reached into his leather satchel -- which may or may not be a pocket dimension -- and grabbed his graphene tablet. As soon as he activated it, a holographic interface appeared. A calculator responded to the movements of his fingertips.

"Let's see...The variable I'm looking for is 'F'." He types in a strange jumble of numbers -- was he seriously typing code into a calculator?

"F...equals...zero...divided by M...which always equals twenty eight..." He mumbled as he quickly thought, his mind calculating every aspect of the spell he was casting down to the thousandth decimal in mere seconds. He knew what he was doing. "I carry the eight and...let there be light."

He threw a massive fireball at Huffius. This fireball was so hot that it turned the very air around it into plasma. This wasn't any fire, either. Callaghan was calling upon the concept of fire and blasting it at Huffius. Callaghan let him do with that what he will.

He turned his attention back to Vallantro Wozniak. He telekinetically pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the man. "First of all, man: major props. Really. I've seen some impressive gambits, but yours sir. Ohoho. But I advise you to leave. Now. Or else everybody is knowing. And I don't think the U.U.E. is prepared for a superhuman uprising. Especially if a certain Republic uses certain Avatars to turn a certain Empire's population into metahumans. I hear you guys hate those. Can't understand the animosity, really."