Allen let out a long breath as he let his weapon come to a rest in coils around his feet, and let his fear wavelength exhume from him, and it would hit the miesters and weapons before him like a bus. The immediate hit would be intense, likely as strong as a witch who's practiced with it for years, but after that it would taper off to simply an intense feeling of anxiety. That something bad was going to happen, that something was about to drop down on them, that on their upcoming mission they would die or worse. Allen, however, looked calmed and resolute, as if this fear meant nothing, and there was no indication of any fear from Myth.