WELL once again, he's startled by them, ducking down in surprise at the sound. It's uh a little too close to a gunshot and he ends up freezing in place for several seconds, just breathing quickly and shaking.

He doesn't move for almost a full minute, and when he finally does, it's only to look at the crack in the ground. He doesn't understand why it's brighter. He doesn't understand what they were even doing. He hates this, shakily standing after another minute. Brushing himself off. Taking a deep breath.

And jogging off in the direction he saw them flying before he covered his eyes. He won't start calling for the wizard again until he's past the line of trees, looking around for broken branches, turned up dirt, any sign of where they've fallen.