The last time Ed had clapped his hands to the ground, a wall had shot up to cut him off from his group. Lloyd didn't know what Ed was planning to do this time, but no way was he going to just stand still. Again he threw himself to the left, leaping up and over a table. Dammit, he really wanted to throw a Demon Fang, but he didn't want to waste that kind of energy for something he only wanted to use as a distraction. He didn't want to actually hurt Ed. Not if he could help it.

"You're saying you don't even remember when that monster attacked Al with its hair?" he shot back. "You don't remember when your own brother got hurt?" Come on, there had to be a way to jog Ed's memory. What could have even caused this in the first place? Had the doctors done something to him? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought he remembered someone mentioning the doctors brainwashing patients. Dammit. Dammit! "Ed, those are your memories! You can't let the doctors win and take them!"

Landing on the ground, he sprinted a few steps before turning and hooking a chair with his arm and hurling it straight at the blond. It wouldn't, couldn't do that much damage, if it even hit at all, but it was the best he could manage to try to distract Ed from throwing up another one of those walls. The last thing he needed was for Ed to try to trap him in here. He also needed time to try to figure out how he was going to get out of this.