"Hello??" he shouts at the fuckin air. He hates talking to someone that's invisible! He feels like an idiot shouting at the wind, but he also needs this magic kid to talk to him and tell him what magic bullshit he needs to do to help them.

"Fuck, fuck-- fuck," he mutters when the banging doesn't seem to do much of anything. It takes him a second of thought, and a few more murmured fucks, before he dashes suddenly ahead of the crystal.

He scrambles through the brush and the trees, jumping up to the largest branch he can reach. He grabs it and yanks down with all his weight, breaking it off with this low grunt and turning to smash the branch against the crystal as it floats past him.