It doesn't take long, at all, for him to realise he's fucked up. Rather than answers to his questions, all he gets is a sense of power, that builds, and builds, and builds....

Before he can dodge, before he can so much as vanish—which he wouldn't have done anyway, not with his ego here before him—the thing that was the puny Shadow boy, vast and towering in the rapidly-distorting chamber around them, bats him aside like he's... well, a doll.

He lands in a broken heap, eyes and mouth wide. The tiniest whine emerges from his throat, as he tries to remember how to move. Another blow like that will kill him—and Sparrow, of course, right along with him.