Moloch has stopped listening and Peter barely gets past before more dust and small pieces of rock start raining down from where Moloch's horns are in contact with the ceiling. He's starting to panic more now that the other thing in hall is getting free and he's still stuck.

His wings fly open as he struggles displaying the long silver, bladed flight feathers that Peter may well have to dodge. It takes time for Moloch to shuffle around in the space. He's angry and might take part of the ceiling down in the process as more and more of the rock starts to fall away. He's wedged between his wings, horns and less flexibility when it comes to hunching down than a human might have in this situation.