[Tyler reacts as quite a few do; locking knees, tensing up to freeze, held breath that comes wavering out of him when the worst of the fear passes by.

Still, it's impressive he doesn't shout nor run nor lash out at Ankari, all responses he's seen before. Why the elf would choose to use his magic escapes him at the moment. A monstrous urge, maybe. He'd been warned about those taking hold here.

His bloom falters about half way, withering him to more sallow skin and sagged ears, if still rather gaunt and handsome, not a full goblin form of a man. Wincing, he reaches to cover his off color eye, curling more into his knees.]

My apologies, I shouldn't have done that to you... Well done standing your ground. Now you know the truth. [he then jokes, crassly-] I've had hardened soldiers piss themselves from that. Call it a talent.