From the mushroom cloud comes an 8 foot long, flying Great-sword, spinning in the air like a boomerang at White. The blades come close enough to sheer off a few of White's eyelashes, and the sword quickly returns to the cleared smoke, where Ruprecht stood, lightly damaged. He continued on and grabbed Kori by the torso and arms with one hand, and by the legs in the other. "The patient is restrained." He said, in a booming, slightly electronic voice.