[Do whatever needs to be done, replies the dark sorcerer, as long as you bring me that little artifact hanging around Strange's neck. Whatever it takes.

It's Stephen's turn to click his tongue.]

Going to stand back and let everyone else do the work for you? Not only are you foolish, but you're incompetent too.

[Stephen doesn't intend to let his Servant do all the work. He extends a hand, and the columns around them -- the ones that had been the skyscraper moments before, twist in the air. He directs them down like bulldozers charging towards Beowulf.]

Better move, Shuten.