Mithias flaps his wings against the rush of air as it blows everyone back up toward him. Spontaneously, he decides to grab a few fellows: Creed with his left hand, Kevin in the right, a foot forms claws and grasps the back of Michael's hoodie, the other foot entirely misses Kishen as he flies past and lands somewhere probably uncomfortable. "Sorry!" Mithias shouts for having missed him. The vampire brings everyone he grabbed to what is hopefully solid ground. "There now. Why would a planet be talking?"