John grinned. "You could summon couches for everyone! And more bigwheels and minifridges!"
"Please stop trying to get him permakilled. The chances are high enough as it is."Grand idea, John, I'll do so now!
Couches! Couches galore!
Alan spreads his arms out and starts spinning around. Almost everyone sees what's coming next and hits the floor, with the exception of Zechariah and Saevus.
John (who is currently lying on the floor) feels the gaze of the shadowman on him. A couch goes through the shadowman, disturbing the inky material he is made of and causing it to swirl around.
"Why do you hate me?! Did I do anything to you?"It's a few seconds before the barrage stops, after Alan manages to hit himself with a couch and embed his head in the ceiling.
As the rest of the people in the room stand up from wherever they took cover (or get out of the couch they are lying under in the case of Zechariah and Saevus) the shadowman points at Alan and he is enveloped in darkness. The darkness moves down until it reaches the floor where it dissipates, revealing Alan, sitting on the floor.
"Your powers and ability to influence the staging area are disabled for now. Don't make me make this permanent."Saevus keeps still, like a statue suit of armor on display, and watches the others.
Your observations help you learn why sitting still is a bad idea when there's a couch barrage on the way and why Alan is an easily influenced, dangerous, crazy and dangerously crazy person.