From his shoulder, the tiny sphere ascended, placing itself above the desecrated block like a discoball. All at once, it began spinning in place, emitting lights that fluctuated across the entire spectrum–from blue, purple, red, to green, all of it.
Accompanying the mass of lights that quickly turned the portion of the sector into a carnival, music boomed from Izo, starting with grating heavy metal to ear-piercing pop.
"BANG, BANG! GO, GO! LIGHT UP THE SKY TONIGHT! BANG, BANG! GO, GO!" The high-pitched voice of the feminine singer played from Izo.
All Seven could do was give props in his head to just how effective the sensory overload was, much to the fact that he found it difficult to concentrate himself. He saw it; the attempts at throwing objects towards him seemed completely off.
Vehicles were raised off the ground, though he watched as a gray truck was awkwardly thrown to the left, slamming into the side of a building while another was tossed into the air aimlessly.
