The Gap

Roaring spheres of flame, lethal icy shards, piercing elemental arrows, and a few other deadly projectiles shot through the air, splitting the winds as they headed toward Shye.

He swiftly swapped Darky for his black shield.

Shye then stood his ground, masterfully deflecting all the projectiles, nary a hint of nervousness on his face.

He already knew he could easily swat them away.

This, unfortunately, caused him to lose his chance of eliminating both Targon and Baradur in one fell advance.

'Tch.' Shye clicked his tongue, realizing he had to adjust his approach.

It would be difficult to kill—or better yet, incapacitate—the heroes with all the flies buzzing around. 

He quickly glanced at Shirley, Luna, and David, noting that they were more or less doing fine. 

Shifting his focus back to the opponents in front of him, a plan began to form in his mind.

'Alright, the first targets are… you two!'