He gave her an absolutely evil smile, before summoning his flamethrower. "Who said it was made to kill? And I am not going to harvest alone."<br/><br/>He gave it an experimental fire, revealing that he had improved it a bit, nearly doubling its throwing distance. It was almost equal to the first prototype flamethrowers back home, which had easily hit eighty feet. The true high end flamers had topped out at two hundred, but he would be happy when he could hit a hundred feet. The fuel needed for two hundred was a very specific formula, and he was barely making do with simple oil. "Lets get the rest of these boulders up, real and fakes, and then tomorrow I can spend it getting the kegs in place, getting the CC kegs ready, and then ensuring my equipment is ready. With any luck, only one troll charge will be endured, then we send in the burn teams. Then I challenge the leader, insult him into a rage, and then use the CC kegs to hold him still long enough to shove the flamer nozzle down his throat."