With the last of his opposition crippled there was nothing left for Magnus but to finish the task he'd come here to do. Their pathetic efforts had done little more than postpone the inevitable. The girders and beams he'd only been plucking at earlier now shrieked in protest as they were twisted and then pulled apart by an inexorable force. The cacophony sounded as if the carrier were dying. The people inside it certainly would. With great exertion, Magneto yanked the ship in two in one fell swoop, the open ends yawning maws ready to swallow up the churning waters of the bay and spit out the humans inside.
A serene smile lit Magnus' mouth as he lifted his arms like a conductor at a symphony, bringing them high over his head, the pieces of the helicarrier jetting upward and then, when he dropped his hands with a flourish, the ship halves plummeted into the water below. They broke the surface and then went under, held there by Magneto's powers until the halves were filled with water. Until he was sure the people inside had time to drown. Then he let go and turned his back on the wreckage that he felt settling down on the ocean floor, weighed down with the water inside it and the pressure of the sea above. So easy, he'd merely broken a toy and the lives lost were nothing to him but recompense. He touched the locket he'd tucked away and flew towards a dock and his waiting teleporter. He would return home feeling far better than he had in months. Amazing how cathartic a little vengeance could be.