Huckleberry just kept screaming for the lights and for somebody to help him as electricity raced through his fur. He didn't want to touch the bars but he was so squished that it was all he could do to not get hurt by the hot metal. He could barely even see Jayberry anymore beyond his haze of fear but then Shiny's comforting presence came across through their link as she sensed his raging terror. Huckle-friend, calm down. Be calm. Calm. I am here, Huckle-friend. He latched onto the voice like a lifeline and let Shiny's sotthing voice in his head calm himself enough to start thinking clearer. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a few deep breaths as Shiny continued to talk, and then opened them again.

There were shadows everywhere and Huckleberry knew that one of them contained the monster-thing. If he could somehow find its location, perhaps they could attack it. But he didn't want to risk another lightning attack - that had already proven to be not too useful. So Huckleberry found a non-burning spot in the cage to stick his muzzle out, sucked in a deep breath, and exhaled as forcefully as he could.

His magic went into the air with the breath and it began stirring he directed it into the shadows and, suddenly, the air whipped into a tornado, howling in the darkness of the tunnel. He kept himself as focused as he could, ignoring everything else as he began to direct the swirling air to sweep around the gathered gembounds and through the shadows, trying to find the location of whatever dark creatures was haunting them.

Huckleberry heard the screech from the darkness and their eyes immediately snapped to the place where it had come from. That's where the monster was. A moment later, the same tornado, or perhaps a different one, came whipping from the shadows. Huckleberry couldn't dodge, even if they had time to do it. The wind smashed against them and they screeched as they were thrown right into the burning bars. The heat stung against their skin and they scrabbled at the cage floor, trying to get themselves away from it and stop from touching it.

Shiny was knocked around as well, the little catsquirrel thrown from her hiding spot. There were loud screeches as she was thrown into rock after rock before she regained her footing. At the same time, Huckleberry stared at the spot where the screech had come from and shot a bolt of bright lightning towards the place, both to attempt to illuminate the creature, even if for a second, and to hit it again. Make it hurt, just like he was hurting!