He might not even have bothered, but hell, these small fr- uh, these wastes of time weren't going to be the main attraction today. The sound of his clap was quickly drowned out by a rumble underfoot; the soil churned and roiled around his hands where he ducked down to touch the ground, sending a circular ripple across the clearing almost gentle to look at from above but not so pleasant for the grats or other vegetation roughly swept to the side by the oncoming wave of earth.

Yeah, alchemist, not gardener.