The two Vindicators rushed to Bill's side, the barrier master quickly taking position on his left while the elementalist darted to his right.
"Getting tired?" Bill asked, his invisible hands multiplying across the space and raining down on Erik like a swarm of angry wasps. "Your movements are slowing."
"Oh, well, I mean… It's a couple thousand against one."
Erik's sarcasm was lost on Bill, but his words rang true—he was fighting an impossible battle that no sane person would have chosen to face.
Yet he was there, and not only was he trying to come out on top in a situation in which everyone else would have fled with their tails between their legs, but he was actually holding his own well.