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Connor: Ziomi...Ziomi, release me! *saying it aloud, /begging/, but maybe not loud enough, even doing that much stresses the wall . . . wait . . . stresses the wall? Is...is that possible? "DON'T FIGHT" blocks him from helping Warik. "DON'T FIGHT" blocks him from taking the throwing knives from the man standing next to him. "DON'T FIGHT" blocks him from going to Ziomi's aid. That one he sets his hand to, pressing. It...it gives a little. Can he...affect the walls? Can he!? Everything stands still as it always does in his Mind Palace as he pounds a fist against the "DON'T FIGHT" blocking him from Ziomi, testing it. It cracks. He pounds it again. It cracks more. ZIOMI! ZIOMI, I'M COMING! HANG ON! Clasping both hands together in a single fist, he swings like he has a bat in his hands, slamming the heels of his double-fist into the wall. It shatters! Connor blinks, tries to physically move, finds he still can't - there are two more walls to take down. His Mind Palace self /shoves/ against the wall blocking him from his would-be captor, straining with all his inner strength until suddenly it explodes away from him. His physical self is frozen in place, but the wire-frame representation within his Mind Palace stumbles forward with the sudden absence of the barrier. He can feel the changes within him. He doesn't know what's happening, and that frightens him - i-is he going deviant? Is this deviancy!? - but...but he /has/ to keep going. For Warik's sake, for Amory's, and especially for Ziomi's. The "DON'T FIGHT" block between him and Warik is higher than the others. He turns and reaches up, catching the top edges and pulling down with everything in him. This is the last barrier. This is the last part of...of /him/, of what makes him /him/! But he can't think about that, he /has/ to save the others! The last block strains, cracks, and finally shatters, crumbling down before him from under his wire-frame hands. The clean, orderly gridlines that have always demarked his environment in Mind Palace shatter as well, splintering into a riot of short, disconnected lines, like a cloud of knitting needles filling the air and then frozen in time. He blinks, looking around, /feeling/ the changes in him even as his software switches from Mind Palace to real-world video view. He gasps, looking around and down at his hands. H-he can move. He can move! And he needs to - NOW! With a growl, he snatches two throwing daggers from the bastard next to him. Flipping one in his grip, he rams it up under the man's chin deep into his head, pulling it back out before the man's even registered he's been attacked. The other dagger is also flipped in his grip, this one to fling and bury into one of the men on Warik. He doesn't even hesitate long enough to see where or if it landed true, hurling himself at the man on Ziomi with a feral snarl, bloody dagger in hand* GET OFF OF HER, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!