Basil, in a relaxed manner put his hands behind his head and stepped back slightly.

"No particular reason," he beat around the bush, "though explosions do have a tendancy, to main or kill or in proper amounts collapse mightly mountains."

He watched as this Faite fellow vigourously attacked the enemy nearby, the fungi men collapsing and withering from the ferousious fire sent into them,

"The name is Basil!" I would very much like to shake your hand however I'll have ample oppurtunity to shake it once I find where its been blown off to..."

"...and judging from the length of my rant and end of the fuse I believe that oppurtunity should come... right... about... .... "