Blake's just beginning to crawl out of the hole, finally freed as Dick's turn ends and his begins again, he's left to observe the change in the other man, shocked into silence in an entirely different way. He figures he's seen some pretty impressive tech before — holographic projections and the like — but this feels different.

"Uuuh," he says, momentarily distracted as he rolls a six. Remembering the rolling of the ground, he looks at the target. It puts him out there, passing Dick, and he wonders if getting close puts him more at risk.

"You okay?" he asks in passing, offering a thumbs up. Please don't spit fire at me or something, he silently prays as he takes his place on a lucky spot. A shield appears and that worries him for what might be next.

"Lemme use this extra man," Blake says, and before the game can move on, he's graced with a second roll that nets him just shy of the finish line. It's not a great space, either, because a man-sized scorpion pops up to defend it, aggressive tail fended off by Blake with the shield. Until he can take the spot, dripping wet and with only a shield and a rebreather to fend it off, they won't be able to move on to the next roll. "A little help?" He asks. Didn't Dick get some kind of weapon earlier?