Dasken eyed the fireball, and time seemed to slow down. The massive fireball came towards him, and he thought of trying to stop it for an instant. He shoved the idea out of his head, and his body tensed. The fireball enveloped him, and he felt intense heat. When the smoke cleared, he stood in the same position, then straightened up. He put out a stray fire in his hair, his shirt charred and blackened in some places. Dasken cracked his neck.
"Not bad," Dasken said. "It does have a bit more bark than bite, though." He smiled.