(Battle is as easy as breathing for them now. He thinks he could be half-asleep and still able to cut down a hoard. The goblins hadn't been the problem.)
It was...the blast. When the field turned to fire, I was reminded of...another time.
(And he had been violently ill, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than flee.)
Fire makes me uneasy, but a blast of that sort... (He shudders.)
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It was...the blast. When the field turned to fire, I was reminded of...another time.
(And he had been violently ill, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than flee.)
Fire makes me uneasy, but a blast of that sort... (He shudders.)