Gen freaked out at the voice, but heâd heard what it said.
âI need...â he said to no one, glancing around at his friends and the ogres and the gremlins and the... giant pole hand thingy surrounded by âFire!â
Gen did a spin holding out his sword (and may have shouted âWindmill of deathâ) to scare away the goblins before hopping upwards and flapping to take off.
He flew towards the white-fire hand, dug out the sweets from his pocket and tossed them into the flames.
((Someone help Stockade. ))