Tensing in readiness for a fight, Tetsuo braces himself as all hell breaks loose just as he's yeeted through the air, still not really sure where he's going or what he'll find there. A (very loud) part of him wants to take a length of pipe to this guy's knees and hoping he can feel what's done to each of his copies, but he grits his teeth and focuses on his own task. He doesn't really understand it, but if he's somehow sensing Shiho...

He's startled to see that bizarre split in the air in front of him, as if something had stretched it too tight. Before he's fully aware of what he's doing, he grasps at that hand with his, and kicks out to try and jam his foot into the crack followed by his other hand, straining to try and pull it open wider. He really has no idea if there's even anything there he can push against, but he's damned well going to try with all his might if he gets any kind of purchase at all. At the moment, he's ready (at least in spirit) to rip the world in half if that's what it takes.

"Shichan?! Khh, c'mon, I ain't lettin'ya go fer nothin'!"