Johnny lets loose a strained roar of frustration, slamming both hands to the floor, trying to do anything to shake this asshole's balance, but he knows now it's useless. This isn't a fight; it's him railing against a shadow he can't touch.

So he tries something different. He gets up and he runs. Shatters the glass around him, cuts through the woods outside the room -- woods, why not? -- no idea where he's going, no matter he can manipulate now, just trees and distance.