Caliborn squints upward for a second, just to make sure there's nothing he's missing about the situation. He determines there is not.

"You racist pig." Caliborn again tries to make time bend to his will, and it does not.

"Oink your way back up that tree. Because I don't look anything like those ugly bastards. Either of them. One minute I was drawing a brilliant comic, then next there was fire. And some prick with a feathery do was spouting shit about flights and champions and blah blah blah, who even cares? There's blood and stuff is on fire. I don't want a pretty boy blathering about that when I can be listening to screams and roaring."