Ennio tries to reach for whatever aspect of his power governs the creation of new forms, but it's not exactly something he knows how to consciously do. Digging for strength he can feel the familiar feeling of confident and even boastful Bruce, but it slips through his metaphorical fingers at a time he feels far from confident with stone grinding around him like a vice. He's vaguely aware of Will staggering towards him and then there's a sudden shift in the air.
Underneath the ground, in a sensory-deprivation chamber of sorts, Sam is pushing her mind towards the Spark of the monster. There's something about the notion she's trying to bring to bear that feels
right, like there's something she's supposed to sever, close, shepherd, seal, preserve. The feeling is hard to put into proper words. Ravens taking flight from a battlefield. But this... thing is an aberration. Something that went wrong. It's clinging to reality with a force that belies the little spark, a well of power of impossible proportion. Power that's not attached to anyone. At least not anyone here?
As she the concept of hundreds of ravens manifest to descend on it she begins to grasp how parts of it all hang together. The Spark flares, twisting a gleam of energy into reality and out in the real world rock and stone conform, animating and striking out at the advancing Will. And in the flow she sees calculations of a sort, molecular structures and properties, ways to shape energy into the right patterns but carried by memories, impressions, thoughts, experiences. There's blurry flashes of people, often fighting but not always. The creature is drawing on memories somehow connected to the Spark. They wash around Sam's ravens and some of them swirl off towards... Tosh's mind, twitching and shaking, almost... grasping?
In the real world the creature rumbles to life again,
arms elongating until it towers above Will and one of the arms striking out and impaling him through the shoulder and leaving his body again on the opposing hip. And after a brief pause the spear of stone
bursts into spikes that radiate out from it, pin-cushioning Will from the inside.
And Ennio suddenly feels a rush of just raw emotions, anger at seeing Will skewered with an intensity that doesn't quite relate to him but slot into place anyway. Righteous anger and stubborn resilience form a shell around the insecurities of being trapped and not living up to his dad's heroics. And as his body warps itself into a new shape there's a loud crack as the damaged limb of the creature is snapped off.