Guy had caste Haste on himself earlier back in the cavern—as a synergist, in his experience, ought to always be quick and razor-efficient while on the field. Spelunking was something of a peculiar choice for an exam, he'd thought initially, but he had marched dutifully behind the more fiery mages in curiosity all the same (and at least he'd remembered to wear woolen socks!). Allowing the others to take the lead came naturally, and when the young wyvern had been spotted by those ahead, he'd carefully stuck to the back row and let the familiar sensation of protective magics wash over him.
No time for a smoke break here, unfortunately.
The synergist squinted through the dim light of the cavern and recalled his last run-in with a wyvern. No Rangers to help him out this time, Guy conceded, and as the others hurled the first round of offensive spells at the beast, he began a quick succession of Barfire.