Dasken, almost half asleep, began his training. He created an explosion that created a scorched clearing in the midst of the woods, then began to summon explosions of all varieties and in all sizes. They gradually grew weaker, and yet Dasken still trained. He became more and more sore and tired, hungry and thirsty, and yet Dasken still trained. He continued to mutter one phrase over and over again.
"Protect the group. Protect Ashley... Protect the group, protect Ashley..."
"Protect the group. Protect Ashley... Protect the group, protect Ashley..."