The very moment Sandalphon allowed the trial to commence, Dorian took three unsteady steps back, partly to show he had no interest in attacking recklessly and partly because he was trying to decide how best to approach this. He observed Midvalley carefully, trying to discern just what exactly that saxophone could do. He knew the Niflheimer could play, but he didn't think it was his intention to seranade him. In the back of his mind, Quigby quickly and quietly listed suggestions as to what powers the instrument could hold.
Deciding that taking risks would have to be a part of this challenge, the mummy reached in and snatched up his marble Jared and transformed. The tall, dark-skinned man glared coldly at the jazz player, not as forgiving as Dorian would be. Before his enemy could stike successfully, his charged forward, intending to mislead him. Once he was within twenty feet of Midvalley, he stopped suddenly, tightening his left hand into a fist and wrapping his right hand around it. He raised his arms high and in one great swing, slammed the wrapped fist into the ground with as much force as he could muster.
Not only did the ground split to form a crater under the contact, but it shook heavily enough to make one who wasn't prepared for it lose his balance.