[His hands are suddenly empty, and he clutches at the air. Moros' hand, holding Heph's phone, disappears into a small portal before he can grasp his property back. He snarls at the air where the portal had closed, then pivots and dents his hand into the wall, the stone cracking under his knuckles. He'd barely had the thought of killing that Cronus before their fate-weaving Captor interfered, just like he thought would happen. Disrespectful. Hate that guy. He can't even chase Moros to get his phone back, because Sunny is going to be here any moment to fight him. He brushes rubble out of his knuckles and focuses on wrapping his hands for boxing instead. Fine. He'll pick that up later. The room starts to self-repair behind him as he walks away from the wall. Today is just an angry kind of day.] @typifiedArbitrament @casanovaArmada @aspirationalAsiatic #violence