A lot of his usual de-stress methods are unavailable to him. Some working out to let out his frustrations (and other feelings he doesn't have the words for, or the desire to find the words for) might at least help.
He'd been thinking of making something of a cardboard punching bag out of boxes. Like he'd suggested Chloe do. Fat chance of that now.
He pops into the room with what looks like a plastic trident (is it a trident if there are only two prongs?) in his hands. It won't be the same as throwing a chair, but it's...something. When there's any kind of break between her strikes, he takes the opportunity to hop in, taking a swing with the long end, much like the broom handle. A few swings. He's not skilled in weaponry, doesn't train with kendo swords or anything, but neither is he just a punk wildly flailing like he's never been in a fight.
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A lot of his usual de-stress methods are unavailable to him. Some working out to let out his frustrations (and other feelings he doesn't have the words for, or the desire to find the words for) might at least help.
He'd been thinking of making something of a cardboard punching bag out of boxes. Like he'd suggested Chloe do. Fat chance of that now.
He pops into the room with what looks like a plastic trident (is it a trident if there are only two prongs?) in his hands. It won't be the same as throwing a chair, but it's...something. When there's any kind of break between her strikes, he takes the opportunity to hop in, taking a swing with the long end, much like the broom handle. A few swings. He's not skilled in weaponry, doesn't train with kendo swords or anything, but neither is he just a punk wildly flailing like he's never been in a fight.
Just be glad he didn't bring a knife.]