Duncan was weightless in the void of nothingness that was the inside of his mind. He was unconscious and was only semi-present on what was going on around him. Then while aimlessly floating, he heard a deep husky voice in the far distant that slowly got louder. It was finally audible after a few seconds<br/><br/>“Now are you going to let it tell you what to do, or are you going to tell<u>it</u>what to do!?” who was this? Who are they talking to?<br/><br/>“Come on Duncan! I know you can do it!”<br/><br/>Then the void had began to slowly start shifting back into reality. The walls formed at all sides of him falling from above with the ceiling in hot pursuit.<br/><br/>“That’s it, keep going! Don’t look back, ain’t nothing there for ya, only way is forward!” Duncan could feel himself gaining confidence to rise to the challenge. Whoever this was, they were right. He needed to keep going forward and fight.<br/><br/>“When life gets ya down, you get your ass back up Duncan! Get up!” the floor was the only piece left missing from this imaginary white room he was in and it was closing in fast. “Get up!” the floor slammed into Duncan putting him into the position he was in when he was nocked out in the real world and in an instant he woke up from his unconscious state with a gasp.<br/><br/>Mala was clasping on the wound to his temple and she had unknowingly jump started his mind and given him a minimal boost to get his muscles reenergized instead of in pain and tired from the scuffle with Arnold. It took Duncan a few moments until he fully realized what was happening. He felt Mala above him so he reached for her hands with his left hand and gingerly set them off of his temple. He slowly sat up and then looked around at the turn of events unfolding in front of him. “Definitely not a prank show....” the buffoon mentioned about the ludicrous idea of his.<br/><br/>Duncan turned toward Mala and gave a nod with an appreciative smile “Thanks for taking care of me,” he was sure that Mala hadn’t done much but it was appreciated to have her help. But in reality, if it weren’t for her he wouldn’t be up right now talking to her. Duncan then turned toward the robot that was being tossed by the door Hilda had blown off not too long ago. He saw that the other people were trying to handle Arnold to some success. Seeing that Logan was down Duncan decided to help once again, but this time, as a team “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going for round two,” Duncan stood up tall and felt like he was being strangled with the tattered shirt “Hm...I liked this shirt. That’s too bad,” and so, with whatever was left of the fabric, Duncan cleanly ripped it off and slammed it on the floor in front of him. He beat his chest with his fists and gave a battle cry, as a barbarian would, and charged at Arnold while the robot was recovering from Hilda’s attack.<br/><br/>Once Duncan was close he jumped into the air with both of his fists ready to hammer punch Arnold. The robot turned in time to see Duncan but failed to dodge one of his hammer strikes bringing it to the ground. Duncan reeled in pain with his fist that had landed, it stung but he would get over it. Grabbing Arnold by the shoulder and chest, Duncan looked at Hilda and yelled “Give me a home run!” then it donned on him, what the hell was a home run? Maybe that blow to the head really nocked some screws loose. Duncan then did a small spin with Arnold to build up speed and threw the robot towards the door that Hilda was controlling with a loud grunt. Once Arnold was thrown, Duncan lost his balance and fell to his knees while trying to catch his breath. Arnold was heavier than Duncan thought but at least he was out of target range if Arnold flew back into the wall. He watched eagerly to see if Hilda would manage to hit the robot again and stood on stand by to bash in Arnold’s metal face in.