The explosion knocks him off of his feet, and ignites the tree he was using as cover, as well as a fair number around him, on fire, lighting up the area like burning torches. Of the trolls, only four are left still moving, and all of them are burning like matchsticks; within a minute, the last one falls to the ground and stops moving. The terrain is... wrecked, with multiple large craters where the explosives went off, and wide areas of scorch marks. A minute later, Sapphire touches down, and shifts back to human form, before licking her fingers and pinching out a small flame that had caught on him. "Maybe a little less energy in that spell, next time. I think they heard you in Peretova."