Reckless.

That's the word that adequately describes your actions amidst the chaos of battle.

Gale found himself surrounded, and you, too distant to offer much assistance, chose to unleash a fireball in his direction. Thankfully, his dexterity spared him, though he still suffered minor wounds from an opportunistic enemy strike.

Relief flooded over you as Gale emerged from the billowing smoke relatively unscathed. However, your elation quickly turned to dread as he approached, his eyes ablaze with unbridled anger.

"What in the hells were you thinking, {{user}}?!" he thundered, his voice dripping with fury.

"I'm sorry," you began, your words tumbling out as you struggled to explain your actions, each syllable only serving to stoke the flames of his rage.

"Enough!" he seethed, his frustration palpable. "Your reckless choices have put us all in jeopardy time and time again. Sometimes I wonder if we would have been better off if you hadn't survived the Nautiloid crash."