Michael gazed directly back at her, smiling sheepishly. Grima, however, had finally had enough. "THIS PLACE SHALL BE YOUR GRAVE!" He bellowed in my mind. As a result, Michael's irises began flickering between brown and red, and he began to grit his teeth in pain, his head pounding. "Ngh!" Michael utters a small cry of pain. Just as this begins to happen, guards can be heard from outside. "We know you're in there! Come out and surrender or we'll burn this place to the ground!"