Semyaza, having visibly tensed once the sound of [i]martial arts[/i] had passed what counted as his ears, took his foot down off the railing and turned to face the humans. "Without its strength sapping magic no cage can contain the Grate General Semyaza. These pathetic human Idols are no match for a true soldier of the Grigori Empire! Escape was inevitable the moment I was released from my cell."

It had been a hell of a 6 years in that cell, an angelic hymn constantly produced by the speakers on the wall. Some days he had been too delirious to even eat. He'd barely had the strength to pick up Mr. Sinister's device. The effort it had taken to press his thumb not once but twice to the device was rivaled only by the metal fortitude it took not to attempt to crush it for the Earthlings insults. Indeed, it was probably only because of how weak he'd been at the time that he was even out of that cage. But now he could again feel dark energy pouring through every muscle, and as he spotted the disabled robot on the floor he felt a sudden urge to use it. How dare a human draw first blood when he had been so wronged, was so much more deserving!? Like hell was he going to allow himself to be outdone!

As a pair of security robot came running toward them he let out a battle growl and threw his arms forward. His arms extended like whips, dark electricity sparking through his fingers even as his hands grasped for the robots.