He hadn't put it as an option, but as Daniel declares they run, Robby wonders if they'll be able to for long; if they won't have to inevitably fight, regardless of unfavourable odds. Maybe it would be better to stick and face the threat head on, even with his brain telling him they'll never make it, don't turn, don't look, this whole place is playing a game.

(But fuck it, who wants to die like this? Without trying, without attempting.)

There's no change of mind, but there's no time for it with the 'Hold on' not long after said, and Mister LaRusso turning with it. Robby steps aside as the man walks near, not as alarmed or as sceptic of his movements as he should be, but the step back one that's quick. He watches what he does, plans to do, the thought of magic only starting to enter his mind when --

-- when the Antarctic decides to make itself cosy in their currently occupied hallway. Robby stares at the sight with a mix of awe and something else, an emotion undescribable. Fascination, confusion? But it can't be the kind of someone unaware of the hows or whys, in a world where it just is, end of.

Or is it that? To watch people with powers like this, people he knows, and to witness what they can just do, feats of magic, with as simple as a wave of hands.

There is no freaking out to witness, but a Robby paused in stunned thought instead. Distracted at a time they shouldn't be, but he hears Mister LaRusso when he speaks, and silently nods his head to a back already turned again.

And he'll run, a feeling of powerless in comparison to anything that his old sensei could conjure up, but knowing that wouldn't stop him from fighting if he has to. Nevermind the fear that builds in his chest with the rising odour of something foul in their noises, and the smashing of ice that didn't stand much of a chance that too soon follows, the flickering lights that now taunt them overhead with warning.

He'll run as fast his body can carry him. And if he has to, he shout if Daniel dares to look back his way: "Keep running!"