"Get your phone out and I will happily record myself asking you to do this," David answers as he shrugs.

His concern is getting out of this damn barrier.

Of course there isn't much time to do that, given Mysterio going and doing the thing. David, meanwhile, makes sure to do everything you're not supposed to do. Because really, his training is more than enough that he'd duck or dodge. So he tucks his glasses in a pocket, just in case, and closes his eyes, arms held up behind him to keep anything in his face from getting hurt.

Good news? David knows how to fall pretty well, so when the force of the chair hitting him full in the chest and on the arms knocks him back, he manages to fall and tumble back as the chair sails on without too much pain. Bad news, bit his lip. Good news? Outside of the damn circle.

Bad news?

He barely has a chance to sit up before a new circle springs up around him and there is absolutely a faintly heard tittering laughter. David just groans.

"Alright Beck, there are things out there that hate me more than you do. Thanks for your help. And congrats, you did succeed in rescuing me. But it seems this damsel is doomed to another castle."