Tony wasn't so good at dodging but for a man of his age, he was a little more spry than some. What he wouldn't have gived for a little super soldiber serum to tide him over, however. He'd have to play around with that later, even if Bruce might well kill him. As he dodged the creature, he grabbed Alessa as well and should he not just fall through her, as tended to happen with astral projections, he would likely end up sheltering her with his body.

After all, none of this was real and if that was the case, Silent Hill would do everything in it's power to make it appear so with all senses. He'd seen and smelled the blood on Bruce, he'd touched it. And if all of this gambling paid off, he could use that experience to his benefit.

It would not help him from feeling or experiencing hurt, but it shouldn't actually be there.

Pushing himself up, defiant despite all of his senses telling him that his skin was crackling and splitting, Tony Stark pressed on towards the porceline faced creature, eyes blazing with the heat of the room and his own inner fire.

"You have no business being here," he growled. "You're not real! This isn't your realm. And you're really messing up my carpeting!"

He hoped the gamble paid off.