[ The wreckage that was once Kahlil's bed makes horrible noises that to him sound almost like an engine revving.
Half-stunned by his ungraceful fall, he instinctively slips into the Gray Space, quickly shifting and reappearing between Jack and the bed-creature writhing beneath bedding and wood, putting himself between his friend and whatever danger. Jack might feel the air tear apart and grow cold near Kahlil's hand where he forms a blade out of distorted space, ready to strike. ]
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Half-stunned by his ungraceful fall, he instinctively slips into the Gray Space, quickly shifting and reappearing between Jack and the bed-creature writhing beneath bedding and wood, putting himself between his friend and whatever danger. Jack might feel the air tear apart and grow cold near Kahlil's hand where he forms a blade out of distorted space, ready to strike. ]