Emberwood apocalypse always chooses the worst time to come.

He, too, was a man of actions.  Perhaps it had been a mistake to engage her in conversation, although most of his company did not react this way.  The lovely women he had spent time with in the Wilds had altered his perspective.  It would likely not be a mistake he made again.

But ah, predictably, there is some kind of response.  "I kill things," he teases.  A large burst of thunder rips the air and rolls on and on before he is able to clarify. "There is no time for fun when survival is the end goal."