It wasn't hard. That was the oddest part. He suddenly was aware of everything around him again. Just like when he had charged the first tank, or the multiple mortar teams. He was aware of Elwyrr staring at him in confusion, despite his head being turned away. He was aware of the sphinxes stepping out, confusion on their faces, Mirada glaring at him from the second floor as the elves watched, terrified, from the first, despite them being behind Elwyrr. Of a couple bricks, falling from a pile a block away, behind him. Of someTHING, in the alley to the side, his gaze already moving even as his 'magic' senses began screaming that something was there. He was already staring at it, comtempt on his face as he turned, the creature bolting toward him, and managed to yawn, as it leapt, before his rage went from potential to kinetic energy, lashing out like a raging herd of elephants.<br/><br/>He was already noting everything about it, with the detached, unamused portion of his mind, the one that had allowed him to properly report his admittedly suicidal actions to his superiors that had earned him the Congressional Medal of Honor, even as the creature leapt. It suddenly found itself surrounded by foliage, growing into it, halting its leap barely a hand's breadth from his face, though he didn't flinch. He simply stared at it, contempt in his very posture that he hadn't shown in ages, as he watched the growing grasses and weeds dig deeper, into his attacker. He stared in its eyes, a contempt that wouldn't have seen out of place on a dragon blooded Fae with power beyond the Queen's and asked only one question. "Who sent you?"