Yylfordt looked worried, openly worried, as he stood slightly in front of Apache and Tayuya with wide eyes and his teeth bared with his frown.

"Vilg, drao'na clnafat," he muttered. Ulquiorra had drawn his sword, Grimmjow was playing dodgems, even Stark was getting actively involved. Halibel was hitting the thing with some of her best moves, and all it seemed to be achieving was pissing it off. "Drao ghuf drao'na clnafat."

He felt like he was having to watch his friends fight for their lives, and slowly lose, which was fairly apt. He looked around. Kadaj had done one, and Yylfordt didn't know where, but it was probably a good thing or he'd be flipping his lid any minute and running out there to help.

That was the worst thing. They couldn't help. He could release to his full power, and he'd still have to crawl out of the door.