Lezard would fail to mention that nobody so much as wished to approach him during Morning Training. A shame, but no matter- there were always the missions.

"This would appear to be sufficient practice in my eyes!" And he turned his eyes left and right as he maintained a 'feel' for the yeti both above and below- he would not allow either of them to be ambushed on his watch.

Another Fire Lance was prepped, half a dozen fireballs just large enough to fit in one's palm springing to life with soul energy spent. Lezard, for a brief moment, felt that loneliness, the insecurity and the awkwardness... and for now turned a blind eye to them. 'Twas life or death at this very moment, and the sorcerer was feeling a tad short of breath. A frustration flit from his end of the connection, combined with the very beginning of fatigue.

He could handle these foes, and refused to acknowledge that that was the last he may have for the mission.

He pressed on, syncing his wavelength with hers to the best of his ability, and quickly suppressed that tired little spark.

"This slovenly fool appears quite eager. Let us continue the assault!"