The warning is a good reminder to handle these things with care. If only he had the sword of the creator here...

No. His wings will have to do. As he digs his claws in and takes off, pumping his wings, higher and higher. He climbs until he is satisfied before sending the thing plummeting back toward the earth. It meets its end on the corner of a frozen stone wall, splattering with a sickening pop and releasing it's psychic payload safely out of range of both of them.

There's no time to celebrate though, as he quickly returns to help Angeal deal with the others.