Blanche would normally be focusing entirely on where the gem was just whisked off to. Or he would have been, if Greg hadn't immediately toppled over onto him in a truly undignified manner. Blanche snarls, and it seems that for a moment his anger actually gets the better of him.

He lashes out his arm at the crumpled musician, knocking him back and across the stage as he clutches for support. His impatience with this human is incredible. Was tearing out part of his soul truly not enough?

In the next moment, he lashes his astral arm back around to the squirrels Luce has sent running, allowing them to smash into the whisping starlight energy. Both his arm and the squirrels discorporate, though his arms is quick to shutter and start to reform, with an almost glitch-like effect. That actually hurt.