Mistaking Marshal's sudden movement and subsequent grab as an attack, Kyo began to panic. As soon as Marshal touched him, his eyes flashed and large, dark spikes thrust their way through the floor merely a few feet from where they stood. The ceiling began to transform as well, swirling and distorting like one of Salvador Dali's paintings before cracking, plaster and chips of wood raining down from the split. He struggled in Marshal's grip and fought to focus his energies in a more helpful direction.
-To Kyo, the walls were beginning to crack as well, the room had definitely gotten darker, and the moving shadows from many times before started moving into the room.The ceiling looked ready to cave in. Over and over, an unknown voice whispered "How clever, how clever..."-
As he realized that he was losing control, he struggled harder to get away. He had to hurry before anything worse showed up.