Pieter fought the urge to scramble away when the flames went up less than a yard in front of his face... He still had to keep the flailing roots from scattering the straw away from the trunk. His shortsword held low, the Ranaldite remained as close to the tree as he could without getting his clothes on fire and did his best to ignore the screams of the men caught by the roots. They were on their own.

At least the fire's burning well, touch wood. Haha, touch wood. I'm on fire today.

He flashed Ricard a nervous grin: "Tell me frankly, are you just now losing your mortal danger virginity?"


OOC: Defensive stance (-20% to enemy attacks). I will re-roll failed Dodge tests.