"HOLY SHIT-FUCK!" David shouted as [i]something[/i] became visible after a plastic cup was thrown at it, courtesy of Asher. It was ethereal, only able to be seen because of the shimmery outline of the alien. Davids ears rang as the Cloaker screamed, lunging to Asher. To others, it would have just looked like Davids eyes were moving rapidly. To David, however, time slowed down.

He looked at potential weapons around the room, different plans and strategies, different courses of action. He decided to take one of the chairs and, as it finally got on Ashers, slam it into the aliens head. The helmet on its head proved stable however: The chair dented. No mark on the aliens head. However, the hit disoriented the alien, giving Ashers some breathing room.