"Yes, but I don't have a better way to put out a fire." Olvax looks at the pseudodragon with interest. "Pleased to meet you. I am Olvax, master saurolurist. Does that creature shed its skin?"
"That target works." Alvar shoots it, the bolt grazing the edge then falling out. "The bandit crossbows are low quality, but we could use them for such a trick."
Nick opens his mouth, then closes it again. He instead takes a railgun rifle and fires a bullet out of the new hole in the ceiling, aiming for a strike team member.
"Horned lizards, remember? Although there's probably a better way." Olvax's robe begins to stick to his body. "Even cold blooded, I can't keep this up for long."
"Practice, and I've seen people carry a couple crossbows so they can shoot each one before loading." He keeps going, missing, hitting, missing again. "We should switch targets, or else I'll end up only being able to hit that specific tree."
The sparks go easily, but they are messed up. You can't put them back in the well of magic where they are supposed to be. The metal starts to make more of them.
"Actually, pain is a negative emotion too." Nick pokes Sleeper. "Of course, if it's useful it's not annoying, so it's not useful, so it's not annoying." He continues.