After the strings attached themselves around the frame of Rupal's hammer, effectively nullifying his attack. The hammer and the wielder remained midair, rising higher as the Musician commanded. He did this with only a flick of his finger. Like a puppeteer seamlessly in command of the invisible strings.

"Don't worry about the girl.. You won't be seeing anyone again for an eternity." His voice grew more stern as he finished his sentence. Anger boiling within him from the sudden collapsing of the roof. 

"Now.. It's MY TURN!" He sang out as he said this. Chuckling at the end. His hands were brought together in a grasp and twisted. The strings came from all ends of the room. Spiraling around Rupal like wind before crossing paths abruptly as the Musician twisted his own arms like a pretzel. The strings darted across Rupal's body attempting to slash him up all over and dozens of times. Rupal was then bound in the strings and lifted up higher. "The sound of your pain.." He lifted his entangled arms up to the air pointing them toward Rupal. Then he brought them down quickly. Commanding the threads to slam Rupal into the wooden floor below. Only a foot in front of him. "Is music to my ears.."