Well that sucks. That sucks a lot. He growls to himself, looking around the bank with this bitter irritation. Why couldn't things be easy honestly.

He's biting his lip as he steps back out into the air, taking a deep breath. He can smell the electricity in the air, and he watches the clouds for several moments, waiting to see what comes to him. He doesn't know what to do honestly, eventually settling for checking out the crack in the ground that had made the wizard explode.

He crouches down low, reaching into the crack. He intends to press his hand against the dirt at the bottom, but hell pull away if it hurts him.