Kadaj sneered at Szayel before he cast a glance at Nnoitra. "He wasn't worth walking up to," he said, settling back down with a metaphorical smoothing of his own hackles.

Szayel had pissed him off, but Kadaj had controlled it, and channeled it, and he was a little bit pleased with himself for that.

He inhaled, and concentrated, drawing the small spike of rock back down until the floor was level again, a task which was much more difficult than driving the earth upwards had been in the first place. It wasn't perfect though; the floor still showed the mark where the tile had cracked.

Kadaj shrugged that off. It wouldn't be his explanation to give.