It was far worse than Griz could have imagined. He had braced himself for the torrential influx of abject terror and panic, but this was almost too much for the older goblin. Bullets of cold sweat dripped down his body, his heart paced as fast as a jackrabbit, his breaths were shallow and ragged. He did his best to will his composure back long enough for him to successfully identify how far did the spikes go. Lo and behold, focusing on something else entirely helped Griz regain his grip on reality faster. 

For once, he was happy to be willingly distracted. 

He was about 20 meters away from the explosion. He could see the devastating effects of the weapon by the mere sight of the destruction within a 5-meter radius. If this were ever to be approved by the chief, it would give their tribe a well-earned advantage against hostile tribes. Griz had regained most of his composure when he saw a couple of smoking spikes lodged into the bark of a tree around 5 meters away from him. Ashe would call out and ask Griz for his assessment. [color=khaki]"I-I can see a spike lodged in that tree."[/color] Griz points to the aforementioned tree from behind his own. [color=khaki]"Ha-happened too quick for me to see. One moment its whole, the-the next its gone. Terrifying destructive power."[/color] Griz gestures to the destruction within the 5 meters the bomb was tossed. [color=khaki]"Is a-anyone injured?"[/color]