((Oh my.))<br/><br/>About two seconds too late, Johan realizes his mistake. He'd ordered, technically, two things- stop OR help- and had hoped that would do. Hope, in this case as in many others, was not an effective command strategy; two of his people decided to do diametrically opposite things at the same time. "Wai-" is all he has the chance to start to bellow before the last tumbler opens, and things go abruptly Wrong. The pulse of energy comes through, and they're in a different place; Johan stands locked in place, seeming less affected by dint only of rigid self control locking all of his muscles in place. Speaking quickly but quitely, he says, "Everyone form on me. Do NOT panic." That simple message was often worth a legion in a stand up fight, and if he didn't set the example for his people, they'd fall apart like thin papyrus in a rainstorm. With that he takes the time to actually look at their surroundings; angels, healing, and he could somehow Feel everything. Keeping his sword at the ready, he cautiously felt behind him for the wall he'd backed up to; no telling if they just had their minds transported but not their bodies, and he didn't want to find out by running headlong into a stone wall.<br/><br/>Soon, such mundane things are beyond his mind. He kneels down, running fingers through the dirt and flinching as someone walks *through* him; Johan being Johan, though, his gaze fixes on the angelic elf's rear as he tries to come to terms with the alien emotions battering his mind. "Everyone stay calm. We're okay. Nobody can touch us, nobody can hurt us-" he stops as the demon incursion hits, and he barks, "HOLD-" the first time he sees someone start forward. The terror and pain are as difficult to bear as the joy and satiety are difficult to not allow to carry him away, and soon he's buffeted by first one titan and then another on the two respective sides. He stays frozen as if in a tableau, eyes darting back and forth between the giants as they have their one sided fight and stride off leaving them mostly alone on the battlefield.<br/><br/>"Okay," he says, and then swallows. "Okay. First, this isn't where we were exactly. It's either another plane, or the past, or... well, the future." He looks around again. "Focus on the important things. Those... demons... can't hurt us. We're only here in mind, or something similar to that. We're safe for now, but we need to figure out what in the name of all the gods just happened." He looks over at Cyria and Alura hopefully; he could hold people together, but the spellcasters would have to supply the answers." You others, cards on the table. Nobody told us this well was Weird. Did you get any special information or instructions?"