Ram wasn’t much good at calculation. This many pounds of pressure led to this result kind of thing. He tended to eyeball things. If you hit the main support strut like you meant it, you better run; kinda guy.

He was a lot worse at it since returning, if he was honest. At a deconstruction job before Sacramento, he’d almost been buried alive by dyrwall. Drywall! He could hardly believe it.

But it took returning from the Battlefield to learn that not wasn’t what he used to be. Stone, sand and gravel had agreed on the Field not to hurt him, but in the mortal world… He could barely splinter a pillar of wood without his knuckles bleeding.

In a way it was nice. If he hurt trees, they hurt hi back. It was fair. Yet at the same time he remembered Fairie. Caving in walls of crystal without hesitation.

Did he want that want back? He wasn’t sure.

All he knew was if a gemstone Keeper emerged through a gate, they would be the fist to crack.