[And this is what cover is for! Balin drops to the ground, behind the car—and letting those goodness gracious great balls o' fire sail overhead. The ambient heat created by those fireballs is still painfully hot, though—it singes the back of his hair and leaves something like a sunburn on parts of his skin.]
[He clenches his teeth as pain washes over his body. It might not be nearly as bad as the damage he's inflicted on the hell raven ... but she can regenerate.]
[Once the fireballs have sailed past, Balin pops up from behind cover again, taking advantage of Ruin's effects on the hell raven—by firing two more shotgun shells her way.]
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goodness graciousgreat balls o' fire sail overhead. The ambient heat created by those fireballs is still painfully hot, though—it singes the back of his hair and leaves something like a sunburn on parts of his skin.][He clenches his teeth as pain washes over his body. It might not be nearly as bad as the damage he's inflicted on the hell raven ... but she can regenerate.]
[Once the fireballs have sailed past, Balin pops up from behind cover again, taking advantage of Ruin's effects on the hell raven—by firing two more shotgun shells her way.]