"I absolutely can. I can fire as many of those as you need, though it does really start wearing me out after a while. And don't worry, its just ground beef. And its not like its raw meat or anything. That would just kind of splat and not do any damage." Braud says as if its obvious. He's fires overcooked meatballs, not raw ones. He can even fire ones that are ON fire, but in this situation, it seems to be a bit overkill. "I shouldnt need a boost, but I'll take whatever you can give me thank you!" Putting his hands together once more, he draws in a deep breath of air, and a meatball forms again in between his hands, his arms expanding outward to accommodate for the size. 

"Alright, Im good to go whenever you are." The meatball continues growing slightly while Braud waits for the magic boost, however thats going to work. Looking over to Mr. Sunshine, Braud nods his head. "Yeah, we're good to go. Just tell me what you have in mind with this and we should be able to take him out fairly easily. It looks like my first one crushed his windpipe or something. Not unexpected really, these things hurt a hell of a lot more than most people would give them credit for." Braud's breathing gets steadily deeper as well to accommodate for the use of magic. As long as he's able to take it slow with the spells like this, deep breathing should be enough to keep him from getting too worn out for a while. He hopes he can get a suitable weapon soon though. Actually, enough of the waiting. Braud fires the meatball with great velocity and expects it to slam into hatchet once more.