Eryx fell back from the fire, watching the ball starting to form in the man-child's hand. He then looked up to watch their eyes, following the path and diving backwards from the blasts, moving swiftly to his feet again to eye the boy. "Your emotions are out of control, and if you wish you were dead get it over with. You go berserk on a mission like that and you could jeopardize it. You should be in a box somewhere remote let alone attempting to be put on a team. For all I know you could get upset and go off like a nuke. All of this heat going around too, Vladimir I'm going to need heavily flame retardant gear if I'm going to work with trigger happy morons." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.