The air around Sovereign has a subtle pulsing element; a potentiality, just waiting to be manifested in to being. He raises his hands, palm-up, on either side- a sweeping, expectant gesture. "I'd be disappointed if it were easy," he says to no one in particular, a wide smile crossing his face.

They'd be disappointed, as well. And while he still doesn't care what they think, it's so much better when they're all working in concert...

First, however, he clenches his hands- the ground about Milly and Gajeel's legs abruptly shifting, crushing, a subtle decision in Sovereign's mind that he would very much like it if it altered to grab them and if they're hurt by it, why, all the better...

"...but it will still happen."