He frowns but merely says, "Then only manipulate as many as you can keep a firm hold of."

The ICE vents an electronic screech as they flee and starts to pursue them. Emet-Selch fumbles for a slip of paper and a pencil, awkwardly using Somnus as writing support. He loses several sheets before he manages to pin one down thanks to the rough movement. He almost loses his pencil as well.

"I am going to let loose this paper," he shouts, "and I want your blades to pierce the ground in a circle around it and around that thing. They will form a cage when I activate the circle."