"Hmm..." Seeing the punch to the blonde fool made the young alchemist scholar frown. In fact, that punch really seemed to make him cringe.
"I'd use alchemy," Desta said to himself, "but the barrier spikes would launch through the floor, a water cannon shot would make everything wet, flame burst is out of the question, a wind blast would send them headfirst into a wall, a golem would be too big..."
After reasoning, with himself, he paused for a moment, then gave a wry smirk as the bangs of his hair curtained his eyes.
"Sand Burst would make them blind. A little mess of sand wouldn't do too much harm here."
The young alchemist got up from his seat and loaded two clay crystals in his cylinder, then shot one at the enraged mage and the other at the drunken idiot.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.