Ethan was in the middle of whistling yet another tune when he suddenly felt it hit him like a tidal wave: power. The sensation was so sudden that it made his legs go weak, which almost caused him to fall face-first once more. However, he manages to catch himself, chuckling lowly as he starts straining against his straitjacket. The room begins to tremble with what was going on outside, but as well as what was going on inside; a great, screeching sound can be heard as the earth underneath the floor of his cell begins to shift and press against the steel slab beneath his feet.

With a loud rending of metal, a large, stone spike erupts from the ground, close enough to Ethan to tear a large hole down the middle of his straitjacket, freeing him. As the restraint falls from his body, he chuckles as he breaks a piece of the spike off. "That's better," he says, dropping the spike. Using his power over earth, he accelerates the chunk enough to break the chain between his ankles. Turning to the door, he clenches his fist and says, "This'll be a piece of cake, now."

The guards outside his door were beginning to panic. All around them, they heard the sounds of the breakout. But, more worryingly, they could hear the laughter coming from behind the solid steel door keeping Ethan imprisoned. "E-even he couldn't get out of there, right?" the younger guard asks. A moment later, his question is answered.

The heavy steel door suddenly flies off of it's hinges and slams into the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, burying itself halfway into the concrete surface and sticking there. For a few moments, nothing happens as the guards stare into the darkness of Ethan's cell. When nothing continues to happen, the older guard turns to the younger and says, "You stay here and I'll--" The rest of his sentence would forever be lost as a large chunk of stone flies out of the darkness of Ethan's cell and takes the guard's lower jaw with it.

As the guard falls to his knees, his hands scrabbling at the space his jaw used to be, his breaths coming in panicked gurgles, another stone takes off the rest of his head, staining the corridor with his blood and gray matter. The younger guard screams, tears falling down his face, as he falls onto his rear, then turns to vomit on the hall floor, his gun completely forgotten as the man they were guarding steps out of the cell.

Ethan looks at the pathetic mess in front of him and casually flicks his wrist at him. A large spike of stone erupts from the ground beneath him and crashes into the ceiling, large enough to split the young guard in two. Grinning, he watches the young man's lifeblood leak out of his upper and lower halves. Taking in a deep breath, he says, "Ah, it's good to be back." He then swipes his hand through the air in front of him and a sudden rumbling fills the air.

The rumbling begins to increase in volume as the building slowly begins to shake. Everywhere within fifteen yards of Ethan, glass begins breaking, walls crack, parts of the floor rise up while other parts begin to separate. All this happens as he begins to walk down the corridor, once again whistling the song about the drunk sailor as stone flies toward his hand, forming a large, earthen sword, which he uses to cut down any guards that dare approach him, the destruction following him as he moves.