[There's a brief surge of triumph within him as his blade cleaves into the flower, savoring the outraged cry it brings from the Professor. Even if he didn't break through it entirely (which, really, there was only so much his knife could do, especially through crystal), it was enough to leave it vulnerable to the others' attacks, which was what mattered most. He only had about another minute or so left in the Dream Sphere before he blinked out anyway, so it was up to the rest of them to finish off Turo's schemes before they got any worse.
But then the surroundings suddenly shift and change again, sending him tripping forward as he's overcome by his own momentum. He rapidly blinks down at his empty hands and grubby loungewear, before darting a glance at the others around him. No-- not THIS again! Was damaging the flower not enough?? Hell-- were they even able to get back to said flower if they were booted into the real world?? What do they do now?
His eyes finally fall upon a nearby pencil mug on the reception desk, and he weighs his options. At least being back in reality meant that he had a little longer to stay in the fight, and although his offense capabilities were severely lacking...
Quickly, he snatches up the mug, hurling it straight towards the Professor's head. Was his arm strength or aim all that good?? Nope!! Did he think it was going to do any significant damage to an eldritch Dream Demon now in the Waking World?? Also nope!! But he had to do something, even if it only wound up hitting one of his stupid crystal arms or something!! (IF he was lucky, that is!)]
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But then the surroundings suddenly shift and change again, sending him tripping forward as he's overcome by his own momentum. He rapidly blinks down at his empty hands and grubby loungewear, before darting a glance at the others around him. No-- not THIS again! Was damaging the flower not enough?? Hell-- were they even able to get back to said flower if they were booted into the real world?? What do they do now?
His eyes finally fall upon a nearby pencil mug on the reception desk, and he weighs his options. At least being back in reality meant that he had a little longer to stay in the fight, and although his offense capabilities were severely lacking...
Quickly, he snatches up the mug, hurling it straight towards the Professor's head. Was his arm strength or aim all that good?? Nope!! Did he think it was going to do any significant damage to an eldritch Dream Demon now in the Waking World?? Also nope!! But he had to do something, even if it only wound up hitting one of his stupid crystal arms or something!! (IF he was lucky, that is!)]