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Randy was somewhat surprised with the result of killing the goblin creature. Rather having expected himself to die or perhaps be stabbed by the various goblins that were around. It was oddly a mixture of sickening and empowering of a sight in that it had actually succeeded. There was a mixture of wanting to cheer briefly and wanting to topple over in nausea. Seems like he would not get to do either.

Instead he was captured by a random giant plant that fell down onto him. Vines gripping onto him and holding him it seemed before placing him inside a large bulb. Which of course the only clear options to do was to either fight against or stay still and wait for who knows what. There was a brief curse at himself brought up in his head. 

Fighting again it was. He was beginning to feel rather sick of it or perhaps just some remaining nausea from seeing the results of the kill earlier. He tried pushing out with the wrench (holding it out horizontal to himself) he had at some of the petals surrounding him in order to try and force them away from the rest. In order to create an exit of some sort. If it was only opened somewhat at first there was seemingly the chance to try to hold the opening in some manner and force it open further. 

	It seemed like the goblins were no threat for a while. Seeing as multiple people were already working on that threat of sorts. Randy wondered if anyone had cards with them at this moment, it would be quite handy to help pass the time. Perhaps a crate or box or something with a flat surface could be used as a table. Hell, if someone grabbed an actual table from the cargo or something like that there would be an actual table around. There was a choked down chuckle as there was a brief image of some sort of weird tea party out here in the middle of the forest after the crash. That did sound like a good idea, if only he could actually relax and sit down. He doubted he would be able to get up again, or would want to. Certain places, still having a numbness for the moment but some aching and slight wobbling was starting to kick in. There was a bit of a thought from the previous fantasy of a tea party in the middle of the woods along with a card game with goblins. There was a large doubt that a good poker face would be achieved perhaps it would be best to go with Black Jack. 

	The day dreams did not quite quit as more goblins came around and began surrounding the whole lot of engineers, including Randy himself. Briefly thinking that if some good actors got together, perhaps they could be a distraction. Either that, or a terrible performance would occur again and a bunch of holes would be poked through them. He proceeded to curse somewhere in the back of his mind. Cheeks puffing up briefly before blowing out some hot air. Perhaps it was time to think of something to get around or out of the scenario. The mechanics surely would be able to handle the goblins, since most of them or some of them had been able to cling to something. No point poking and hunting down that white devil whale. Then again, to what expense would it cost if no one did? Standing idle was surely relaxing while it lasted, but it was coming to an end eventually. Worst comes to worst, he would be the crazy guy that tried to defy and got dragged down to the depths. Now wouldn’t that be a wonder? Besides even at the worst it should be enough to distract. If only he could dance instead.

	“Might as bloody well..” Randy muttered and puffed out some hot air again. Perhaps, it would be best to simply, dream and do it within the dream and here. He was going to end up on a stick and looking stupid, wasn’t he? Ah well, he likely needed something quick to get through all this and what he was currently holding, would be useless as a weapon in speed and small reach. So what would be his weapon, clearly his armor was low graded leather (in the fantasy) but it would have to do in this final fantasy or, perhaps not if he was lucky enough to imagine a better piece of armor within the next few seconds. So, the large wrench from thus forth became a shield. There was only one other thing Randy could use as a weapon, his sword or replacement for it, or even better yet, a war hammer! Now that sounded like the weapon of some crazy person that would wipe out armies, it would do. He drew out the strong war hammer of thunder waving destruction (Which was really just a mallet that was pulled out of the fanny pack). 

	He held the wrench extended out in front of it so that its length would hopefully hold off some goblins and attacks that would come in front of him and held the mallet tightly at his side. The first step caused his lower legs to shake and sent up a small surge of pain up toward those certain areas giving off a brief wince. He bit down on his lower lip. “Fudge! Charge!” He shouted both in his mind and out loud. It felt like something in the back of the fantasy wrapping into his perspective of reality had pushed him and it out. As he immediately began rushing out at all the goblins, coming out swinging. Using the shield to try and ram them all while using the ‘War hammer of thunder waving destruction’ to whack at the goblins with quick speedy delivery, mostly aimed toward their skulls but not being heavily accurate.

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