It all probably would have looked really cool, if Greg had been upright to see any of it. However, magic being as it was these days, Greg was too busy groaning softly on the ground. First fire, then getting torn up out of the earth... it didn't feel fantastic. Not fully painful, per se, but a lot of discomfort on top of everything else right now. It took away from properly relishing their victory.

Still, the sound of cheering did make it through to him, something he'd much rather hear than more battle cries or yells of pain or really anything he'd been hearing for the last minute and a half. Things were looking up, right?

Unable to move from his very heavy, very comfortable place on the ground, Greg lifted a fist weakly in celebration. "W-whoo." Groaning again, he tried to lift his head, to minimal success. "Everyone... all right? Wash...?"