Thomas couldn't answer that second question of hers, but he nodded in agreement when she decided that theirs was an 'RPG', whatever that was. He just smiled and nodded, smiled and nodded. It seemed like the safest course rather than embarrassing himself further by asking what that was. He would probably find out soon enough anyway.

The mage was thrown off by the rapid shift from Oner to Reno, one made in practically the blink of an eye and with little fanfare or the decorative trappings that there usually were. He didn't think drawing the hive to them quite worked that way, which Calhoun seemed to confirm. But it was too late as Reno said...something, and a spell flared out, a beam of magical energy that smote the sky with blackness. Thomas could feel the magical energy radiating from it, the sheer darkness, and it had a resonant reaction in his dark wound, him gritting his teeth as he grabbed for the pulsating injury behind an armor plating, candy cane twig in his mouth snapping form the stress, magic wavering enough for the inky spots of blackness on the armor to reveal themselves. He could only hope that everyone was paying attention to the spectacle rather than him as he forced the magic back into place. He was none too pleased with Reno or himself, himself for showing weakness in the face of darkness, and Reno for once again showing off with magic that Thomas didn't have and probably never could have.

Fortunately, for his sanity, Oner returned just as quickly as he had left. “I noticed,” Thomas replied, perhaps a bit more acerbically than he had meant too. “Anything else important in that bag of tricks?” He didn't expect that question to be answered, but there had to be a lot, given that Oner had had a year of training compared to the paltry few days everyone else had. Hell, that was almost like cheating.

Attention was drawn elsewhere, to a Cy-bug that emerged that seemed fully combined with this candy environment, which was probably a bad thing. Thomas summoned his Keyblade, ready to get to work. “Well, that guy looks ugly,” he commented dryly as he took on a guard posture, moving in as well and waiting to see which of his companions would light off first at the thing.