Kratos likewise moved toward the barricade to begin moving it out of the way, but as soon as he placed his hand on the nearest desk, he could sense that something was wrong. It was too quiet. The monster had been making quite a racket previously, but now, he could hear nothing. Perhaps it was regrouping, scuttling around the room too quietly for them to hear through the thick, wooden door, but his gut was saying otherwise.

He froze, hand still on the desk, as he strained to hear any sound at all, to catch any proof that Sora was still indeed inside the room. There seemed to be no way for him to escape, no plausible scenario that said that his simple "feeling" was right, and yet he could not shake the thought from his mind that he'd overlooked something, as he had many times in the past.

Kratos's eyes flicked to the side, double-checking for a form poised behind them, and yet he too did not think to look down, being unaware of the literally shadowy nature of Sora's new monstrous form.

"...Tsurugi," he began, intent on voicing his concern.