Juno looked at the desks. Sure, some of them were close to falling apart and they were more sluggish now, but still very much moving. Juno might've said alive but how much a desk could be considered a living thing was highly questionable. At least in this situation. Normally Juno wouldn't even have to consider it.

The big question was: were they hellbent on their destruction or did they have self-preservation instincts.

Wait, there was an even better question, one that Juno knew the answer to.

"I don't know about you but I'm not that lucky."

Juno had a few more pieces of paper in his hand-- and a few more papercuts than he started with. He made sure to have more offerings ready to his knight in shining armor. Not that Juno thought of him like that. Where did you think he was from? A fantasy world?

"Ready to run for it?"