Well, luckily for these two, it seems the little critters don't know what the word "grenade" means. Though even if they did, it's unclear whether or not they'd back off. Several of them rush at Rosinante's legs, wrapping their short-but-solid arms around when he tries to move. Of course, that won't stop him from picking one of them up, and pick them up he can. They do indeed weigh as much as they look like they would, but someone strong enough could definitely heft one.

Tossing it is a bit like tossing a struggling bowling ball. It doesn't go all that far, but when it lands, it definitely leaves a mark. Both the little rock monster Rosi throws and the one it smacks into go tumbling, the impact chipping large chunks from each. And the fallout only repeats itself when the Soldier does the same.

The punching with the metal arm certainly knocks the spirits back, and maybe a little further than the kicking, but it still only chips them, like a chisel and hammer. It scuffs the knuckles of the metal arm, too.

The Soldier isn't getting away so easily, either. The little spirits have clustered around him as well, and try to hug-crush him in place by wrapping around his knees.

Meanwhile, the Big One is close enough that those riding on top of it can throw stones and sharpened sticks. And the larger one can reach down, pry up an old log from the forest floor, and start swinging it around like a club. Better duck fast.