Danny had left the fight briefly, just long enough to make an attempt at freeing one of the lights that ended with him having a very good idea of what they had been feeling in there. (Which he was not, could not think about right now.)

Now, he was angry.

And also running on fumes, but mostly angry.

Rising up above the birdcages, he circles around the battlefield, building up speed and surging all the power he had left into his fists.

And then he charges directly at the jellyfish, planning on slamming a massive ball of ghost ice into it at a stupidly high speed.