He feels out the prism, trying to see souls or any trace of her, but it's useless and now he has to make a choice. Tyki was always a gambler of lives and it didn't really matter now. If he kept her in there, she was going to die. It's why his fist rears back and he throws a hard punch towards the top of the prism, hoping to shatter it all together, his concentrating dark matter seeking to tear and rip, practically devastate.

As for the clones, they make their mistake by announcing their approach, and it gives him enough time to concentrate on a spell, thick masses of dark blobs forming at his back, elongating into thick and black tentacles, their spines vibrating dangerous. Anything that gets close enough is going to be grabbed for, "I told you, there isn't a need to fight over me but if you insist."