[ He levitated high off the ground, hands resting on the hilt of his sword absentmindedly. A digit lifted, the minute movement causing a small chunk of a bridge to come lose and be pulled towards him. Fully lifting his hand, he took the chunk of mortar, looking it over. His grip tightened, shaking slightly as he put more force into the movement, the seemingly solid material warping beneath his hand before reforming as a perfect sphere. He looked upon it with indifference before simply dropping it, allowing it to fall to the ground below. His narrow eyes scanned the terrain, a seemingly permanent look of disdain etched into his features. ]