Tyr's eyes cracked open. There was a vein of unfamiliar energy coarsing through him that he quickly recognised was his captors. He stood, shaking his fleshy prison slightly. His pocket felt like it was on fire. He reached in and pulled out a red crystal that was giving off a bluish glow. His mind was still hazy and hurt sligthly, but he began to put two and two together. Fexiryn's magic had accidentally activated the crystal.<br/><br/>Images of soldiers began appearing, rushing towards one another. Tyr ducked and partially exploded into fire, which burned out revealing his armor. He waited and hauled off, hitting the first guy he saw, knocking him into the stomach wall.<br/><br/>"Great," he muttered.<br/><br/>Because no one had controlled the crystal, the images could now be affected and could affect things around them. Tyr drew his sword, realising that it would be a while before the crystal burned out and the images vanished.