He watched, wondering why she was pantomiming at him, before suddenly realizing that his ears were ringing, and also realizing that, as close to the explosions as he was, plus their power, he was likely deafened for a while. Hence why explosives were best left to the professionals. Sadly, all they had was him, so he would do the best he could. Which, as he surveyed the damage before following his dragoness, was pretty damn close to what a professional would have done. Maybe a bit less on the gunpowder, so less shockwave. Still, twenty trolls in about fifteen seconds wasn't bad.<br/><br/>Still, he followed Sapphire, waiting until the ringing had diminished enough to hear himself talking to himself before he spoke up. "So, plan, or are we just moving away from the scene of the crime?"