Makoto focused on relaying messages between the group, concentrating and focusing to make sure everyone got there as soon as possible while peaking into the room at the horrible creature from the hallway. In his mind images were racing of what he could do to help Mizuru. He began tracing the pencil in the air tossing out drawing after drawing, "No, Think Think think, this is no time to have artists block, I need so save Mizuru, I have powers now, I can protect her."<br/><br/>Mizuru... focusing on her he began to draw an image in her likeness, her guardian angel. Something sacred, divine, an angel of virtue in Mizuru's image with glorious white wings, flowing clerics robes, and a visible aura of light. It was only a picture drawn into the air itself for the moment though as he looked up to see the others arriving, his spirit already lifting.