Xaviers!

"If you want to give it a go, give it a go.

You look like hell, though."

"What's a broken rib or two between teammates and an amorphous all consuming abomination," Sean said forcing a smiling before he started gathering energy to assemble the sleeping spell. He threw his hands out wide and winced, but made a complicated series of gestures anyways. He knelt and grabbed a handful of dust and threw it in the air where it began to glitter and glow before drifting on unseeen wind towards the all consuming blob. Sean didn't have enough left in him to put anything as large as the out of control Will to sleep, but maybe the spell would help the drugs that not-quite-so-out-of-control-Will was going to feed the other work better.

Bruce stopped gasping in sweet, sweet air as not to breathe in the enchanted pharmaceuticals. He looked thoroughly exhausted and was still bleeding from his stab wound. Pure stubborn pride was probably the only thing keeping him standing.

Barbituates. Benzodiazepines. Etomidate. Ketamine. Propofol. Will dumped containers of all of it into the hole. The clay was going to have a grand old time if it ever woke up, let me tell you.

Tendrils from the large mass shot out and snatched at the chemicals, which quickly disappeared under the surface. It started churning oddly, uncontrollably...and that's when Sean's sleep spell hit.

With a hiss of escaping air and a wet splorch, the clay began to collapse in on itself, quickly falling out of sight of the destroyed room above.

"So... what do we do with the sleeping whatever that was?" Sean asked looking at Will who was really the only fully operational member of the team at this point.

"You leave that to me. I'm going to find some way to contain it here for transport, and then there are certain...procedures we can do back at The Point."

"That doesn't sound menacing at all," Sean said looking for the two villains they'd knocked unconscious to see if they were still unconscious, or embedded in a wall, to bind them so they didn't start causing problems before transport could arrive.

"You don't have to participate. I've handled this sort of thing before...once or twice."

"I just wanted to make sure reach and Manikin were out of commission, but if you've got it under control I'll leave you to it," Sean said.

"Throw 'em into a cell next to their compatriot. They'll know what's coming for 'em."