"Ugh, dammit," Sergei muttered under his breath as the gecko landed in their truck. A Real Life's glow faded somewhat and stayed at a constant level, instead of building as it had earlier. Without the ability to move because of the tendrils holding him, nor use his ability without damaging the rest of the group, A Real Life had just been rendered effectively useless.
Sergei moved back, away from Shivali's out of control stand. He looked over at Daryl. "Come on, isn't there anything you can do?! Get rid of those tendrils!" he begged desperately.