There was an alarming sound of groaning wood and loud cracks coming from somewhere beyond the cloud of smoke above them. He could also feel the acrid smog invading his lungs. A small rational part of his mind was concerned about him ingesting tiny embers that way which did nothing to ease the animalistic fear that threatened to consume him utterly. He had to calm himself by rationalizing that the embers would be caught in the fabric of his helm visor, a logical defence that was thinner than the enchanted fabric itself but seemed to do the trick in keeping his fear of fire under control. He didn't notice that he was having no trouble breathing at all otherwise.