Toi grumbled a little as the blade was generated in Ianthe's hands.  He started to send his nanomachines in her body, if only in an attempt to ground her into reality somehow.  Nonetheless, using his hands to keep a hold of her arms was still the route he was going, keeping his grip firm.  He scowled even more as Neymi gave her message from the drone.  Well, this day was getting just better and better.<br/><br/>At Darion's comment of 'fragile' Toi could not resist laughing. Loudly.<b><span style="color: Teal">"Between the two of us, which one is made of squishy fat and meat?"</span></b>He said as he continued to restrain Ianthe, which, thankfully, wasn't too hard. Yet.   He dragged her back toward Cypher and Darion, sighing.<b><span style="color: Teal">"Ianthe, please regain control of yourself, the illusions are not real."</span></b>He asked, likely in vain.<br/><br/><br/><b>Rolled a 3!  Under my Persona by 18!</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>