[The healing spells are disconcerting, but welcome, as Tony really would rather have his hands free to fight than to have to carry an injured party member.
He pockets the spare potion in one of a few compartment in the suit and beckons his other glove over from where he'd left it: it flies to his hand and attaches, the suit whole again.
Tony's not thrilled about leaving. Not at all, but if something can hit that hard without being seen and without leaving a discernible trace, they definitely need to spend a little more time planning. And he'll need to make a few adjustments.
He'll be back.
He glances over to Sora.]
You alright, kid?
[He then turns to finally assess the state of his own dream eater, when the bat flies full force into his face with a screech, latching on with its wings until it can reach its perch on top of the helmet.
Tony closes his eyes and counts to 10 to keep from screeching at it in return. He's glad Dingbat is alright, in a way, but damn it, why the face.]
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He pockets the spare potion in one of a few compartment in the suit and beckons his other glove over from where he'd left it: it flies to his hand and attaches, the suit whole again.
Tony's not thrilled about leaving. Not at all, but if something can hit that hard without being seen and without leaving a discernible trace, they definitely need to spend a little more time planning. And he'll need to make a few adjustments.
He'll be back.
He glances over to Sora.]
You alright, kid?
[He then turns to finally assess the state of his own dream eater, when the bat flies full force into his face with a screech, latching on with its wings until it can reach its perch on top of the helmet.
Tony closes his eyes and counts to 10 to keep from screeching at it in return. He's glad Dingbat is alright, in a way, but damn it, why the face.]