Ophion could not understand a fighter's sense of duty, how groups were formed and dissembled and each member fought back to back, shoulder to shoulder. Were he in Flynn's position, on any other day, it would bring him no guilt to protect only himself and not the group. But he was not a short, fiery-tempered mage and he breathed in deeply as her spell coated them with protection.
He stepped to the side, avoiding the Disciples yet keeping them within sight. He shot a burst of Water at the wyvern, the spell twisting around the lightning and ice like it, too, tiptoed around anything associated with Wilham Wolfe.