Ziggs was laughing as he ran towards the fight. In each hand was a small silver orb and he was juggling them as he moved. His eyes were wide as ran through the thick forest. Even though he was making too much noise, he didn't care.

But even from a distance he could tell something was wrong. The closer he got, the slower he ran until he was simply walking. Ziggs was no longer laughing, completely quiet for once. As all of the enemies evaporated into light, his lower lip trembled. His arms fell by his side and his head slumped low. As he dragged his feet across the ground, he even almost let one of his bombs slip from his fingers.

Walking up to Rand, Ziggs poked him in the elbow. "Where....where did they go?" he said dejectedly, like a child who lost his Christmas presents. Looking at the tower, he only sighed. "Now I can't sneak up on whoever's inside!"