Nisansa de Silva

The most humiliating thirty seconds of writing in superhero movie history. Magneto spent four movies lifting nuclear submarines, ripping stadiums from the earth, and manipulating planetary magnetic fields. Yet inside a metal train car on steel tracks against an alien threat, his entire grand strategy is floating ten assault rifles until the magazines click empty. He doesn’t crush the train walls around her. He doesn’t forge the guns into a kinetic spear. He doesn’t even try ripping the iron from her bloodstream. He just watches bullets bounce off a forcefield, waits for the ammo to run out, and stands there helpless until he gets swatted through a wall. How does a mutant supremacist who spent decades claiming his species evolved past humanity, lose a fight inside a room made of metal because he ran out of human ammunition?