As quickly as I assumed my previous position of facing everyone, I was busy extinguishing my sword as it was coated in flammable slime. Eventually, it would spread to me if I didn't get rid of the flames.

If things couldn't get worse, well... I had to toss my sword to Robert, who was unarmed and desperately needed something to keep him awake. Just as I flicked my sword of flames and let it burn on the floor, I realised how I couldn't throw a sword in a safe way.

I mean, if I launched the thing in the air, it would spin and probably impale Robert in the worst-case scenario. Seeing as we didn't really have much of a choice (and the remaining clones were getting the better of us), I just threw the sword. At a low elevation, so it would slide along the floor. It would probably give it a few scratches, but it was better to get Robert's foot rather than his head. "Here! Watch where it goes!"