His hand had started to numb as if it was falling asleep. Maybe the spear had affected him more than he thought but this still wasn't much to be concerned about and besides, the shaman seemed capable of reversing the effects so if things got worse then he could probably ask for her assistance. He wouldn't notice as the feeling got stronger and spread up his arm, instead listening to the bald girl sing his praises. He thought it overzealous, and maybe a bit disingenuous, but if her aim was to flatter him then he didn't mind the attempt. 

[color=coral]"Ah, I only did what I felt was right but if you genuinely wish to reward me then I believe there can never be enough allies in a situation like this. So how about we be fri-..hnggh.."[/color] The numbing had spread to his neck, where it sent a shock up to his head and down his spine in an instant. The headache was excruciating, and the shock caused his back to seize as his legs went numb. It was like he was being electrocuted by his own magic all over, but why? Did the wind here hate him that much, was it a side-effect of the spear, or maybe this place itself?

One of his knees gave as he dropped to it, catching his fall with his unaffected hand. He bent his head to touch the ground hoping that maybe more contact points with the ground would help disperse it but that seemed to be pointless. He would almost feel insulted by the girl he helped ignoring him but he could slightly make out that she had begun speaking to someone else before he even finished the sentence he was trying to say before this pain struck him. Putting his ear to the ground, he could look up at the group to see they were all looking up at something higher but at what he couldn't determine.


[center][h3]”K̴͉̫̘̖͎̣͚͈͖͗̀̒́̄͐͌̒̚͘͜͠r̴̨̛̳̞̝͇̂̈́͌͘͘͝͝ē̵̡̪͇̫̟͈͕̥̣͖͚͚̱̖͛̚͠ͅȩ̷̞̅́̍̔̏̈̈́͘̚͝e̴͕̤͗͒̓̄͋̀̔̉̕͝ȩ̴̡̡̧̦̺̫͈̱̱̱̣̝̠̿̾̏͆ͅę̶̙̼̘̺̝̣̜͍͈̻̭̓̔͐͊̌̍̈́͒͐̎́̚̚e̷̢̥̞̠͕̰̙̻̥̫͚͙̿͗̊́͜ȩ̵̗̟̘͗̕͜ͅe̵̼̖̱̖̰͕̳̹͌̒̑͊́̎̀̋̕͜͜a̶̡̪̯̭̹̳̎͗̾̈́̊̒̽̇ͅů̸̢̫͎̖̱̈́̽͜g̸̡̛̦͍̲͖͔̿̽̈́ͅh̸͙̦̹̙̙̉̓̐̎͐͆͊̈͝!”[/h3][/center]


The fear that cry instilled numbed him further and he dropped fully to the ground, but at least that caused the shocking and trembling to cease. He could finally stand and look up at the horror before him. A hail of flames rained down around the group but for some reason the ones directly above the group seemed to smack into nothing a little ways above them before they would return to their sender up above. A spell of some kind was protecting them, but he couldn't ascertain the methodology. If it was wind, then wouldn't the flames be pushed around or simply have their trajectory warped if it was space? A combination spell perhaps? If only he could remember more of from his lessons than the basics of the elements.

No matter, there were more important things for him to consider. Who was their assailant, who would fight and who wouldn't, who needed protection? Could he even fight? If it wasn't the spear that caused that backlash of magic, then all he would be capable of doing is crippling himself again. But without it, he had no way to fight back or protect himself. He would have to save his electricity and wind as a last resort. Assuming the winds of this land simply deny him and not the world itself, he could still generate heat which probably wouldn't be too useful against a being that wields it like this. But maybe there was still some way he could help, and he turned towards the man with Heat in his blood.

[color=coral]"Hey you, with the flaming head! I saw you grab one of those fires. Were they hot? If so, I should be able to draw Heat out of them and make them fizzle. That should be more effective than blocking them from reaching the ground right?"[/color]