[Tony smirks. Okay, Sora can handle himself. That's actually a huge relief, since he really didn't need to be the new guy known for getting some poor kid killed in magical-dream-outer-space.....

Okay, great, and then there's that. Tony has just enough time to not get any kind of warning from Jarvis before he has the shit kicked out of him by something he couldn't even see.

With a groan, he awkwardly drags his sorry carcass up and glances over at Sora. Who, even without Jarvis's quick scan, is definitely not okay. Shit, shit, shit.]

Kid? Kid? Sora? Speak to me, c'mon.

[He crawls over and kneels beside the boy, removing one of the gloves so he can feel for breath and a pulse. Alright, he's alive, but knocked out cold. He spares a glance for their dream eaters, none of them looking too hot, but at least they appear to be conscious.

He snatches his comm from one of the hidden compartments. Time to call for backup. In case whatever that was comes back.]

Lin? Hey, we've got trouble, and whatever it was knocked Sora out. The dream eaters are injured, too.

[And I feel like I just got hit by a semi. I know how that feels.]