"I make fire come out of the ground. And I killed Four, with a sword and all." He doesn't admit that the fire wasn't really him. "But with these fast-moving, feral things... I'm not very good in a fight with those."

He shifts his weight, conspicuously drawing attention to the crossbow he's holding in one hand. "Are you sure they don't need to die? It didn't seem to think the same of Seth."