Oh Krikack is starting to develop a major phobia. He wakes up at night in a cold sweat, nightmares and he needs a night light now to go to bed.

His every dream is now of goblins gleefully laughing at him as they chunk bombs at him. Explosions surround him, the pain and agony. The fire and smoke and body parts flying all over the place.

It happend to the big lug AGAIN last night..Krikack taken out by a bomb on the opening turn....Another bomb lands right in his lap, he just stared at it, charmed by the burning fuse and the aroma of gunpowder burning and then KAABOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

SI-AV, the apoth crawls into the crater made in the pitch and patches him up for a SI-MNG. Krikack was laid out, spread eagle, black faced from the gun powder, his hair smouldering, his shoulder guard flew into row 8 and decapitated a fan and his new jock strap of lesser power burned to a chunck of scrap metal.

At this point Krikack is living in mortal fear of any goblin running around with a bomb.

He is going to either.

1)Go in rage mode. The way to confront your fear is to go beresek and blitz it with a PO.

or

2)Run for your freaking life. He sees a goblin with a bomb and he puts as much distance between himself and that goblin and hope someone else gets a bomb between the legs.