It seemed that Halite was starting to cool down, his breathing growing calmer... then Sard went and brandished a weapon at him. Veins began to bulge as a greenish field formed around the head of his hammer, drawing in many of the gem bubbles. Where to go. What to do. How to feel. Once again the Gems sought to control who he was.

"Every living thing for miles around versus the lives of a few hundred war criminals, Homeworld and Rebel alike..."

The bubbled gems- left the field, and he began throwing them at the present Gems- save Amber, Steven, and the dormant Citrine. Specifically, aimed straight at the gems that were their true forms.

"THAT'S A PRICE I'M WILLING TO PAY!"