Lewin was feeling confident. By the brief expression on the nymph's face, he had realized that things were rapidly going against him. Lewin concluded that it would be mere seconds before the nymph fell to his onslaught. Of course, the subsequent explosion of plastma thus caught him completely off his guard, slinging him like a ragdoll backwards quite a distance. All Lewin could percieve was a sudden bright flash, a boom, the sense of flying, and a myriad small or medium<span style="font-style: italic">owch</span>es as he rolled along the ground. It took him a few moments to gather his wits and get up, his stoneform skin cracked and bleeding in many places. He'd resisted the brunt of the heat damage, but Lewin knew, from the searing sensation in arms, legs, and face, that he'd have to deal with blisters. What was worse, the thunder of the explosion had seeped into him and sapped some of his energy. He'd have to be conservative if he was to remain capable of defending himself.<br/><br/>Needless to say, this irked him greatly. It made him furious, in fact. It was a rare event when the red mist descended on him uninvited, but it was about to happen. Just before he lost control of himself, Lewin saw something.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #808040">Oho, broke your arm, did you?</span></span>Lewin took a breath. No obvious fractures in his own body - he'd had a softed landing and stone skin - but his left hand felt sprained and his ankle had been twisted in the landing. He'd be able to walk it off in a minute, but for now, his mobility was limited. That was when he spotted the guards abusing Fossil. Something snapped. The red mist pressed on him once again. This time, Lewin let it. It'd allow him to push himself for a short while, and liberating the little spy might open the window necessary to escape. His fury welled up, and Lewin made his gambit.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #808040">All or nothing.</span></span>The warcry which emerged as Lewin lept forward, bastard sword in his right hand, was bloodcurdlingly feral.