It can, if one considers that blindness is only a means of dulling a sense. The shade of the red templar lurches sideways and away from Vandelin suddenly, letting loose an animalistic roar as it charges a phantom opponent that doesn't exist. An effective way to leverage his surroundings, Atticus decides, and wills a chunk of the crumbling tower to crash down atop the templar, bringing its suffering to a grisly end.

The doorway behind Vandelin remains open, waiting for him to flee through it; to coax him along, the ground beneath his feet begins to give way next.