The fireball hits him square in the chest, knocking Strange backwards a few feet but (thankfully) not setting anything on fire. Him landing hard in a dusty section of the training ground puts out what fires were starting on his arms and legs. Strange is a little singed though, smells like smoke, and is probably going to develop a bruise or two.

And, unfortunately for Lambert, he hears his teasing. Strange sits up, rubbing his elbow but not really getting up from the ground.

"He's her crush, not her boyfriend," Strange teases back. "9S already has someone—that's why she's so mad in the first place!"