"Look what you've done..." Mob began to rise up in a way that seemed unnatural -- unhuman. He looked more like a zombie from a movie rising up from a pile of bodies than it did a human. "This is the first time this has happened while I was still unconscious." Psychic energy surrounded Mob, sending ripples of air through his hair and over his school uniform. It was in tatters, but it was a miracle it was still even remotely intact.

Mob's eyes opened, red and bright and fierce. "...Can you feel it? Rage burning in me."

100%.

Despite the rage, Mob gazed out at him blankly as his psychic energy drove the man so deep into the ground that a crater formed around him. Even in this state, he managed to keep enough composure to ensure that Teru wasn't sucked into it alongside him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't where I said I'd be," he said to Teru.

Then he threw his hand out and pulled the psychic towards him with the same level of suction a vacuum might have on a dust mote.