"That's not a knife, this is a knife!" he grinned as he slashed the wall, disabling more of the field before stepping through. He waved at the camera before tapping his foot impatiently. Then he laughed as translucent ribbons of ghostly blue energy began to whirl around him. They tore away and coalesced into a
twisted phantasmal knight with no head, but a horrible jagged maw where its stomach should be.
"Hee hee hee! I think I'll call you Ichabod. No! Chestface? Spike! Onward Mister Pointy! Keep em busy while I skedaddle," he rambled happily.
The alarm went off as the construct clomped out into the halls of the point to begin its carnage.