Just what we needed, Drake thought with a sigh. Three mini-bombs. Well, not quite mini - they were full size - but floating next to the bomb that had summoned them? They were pretty small. Which wasn't comforting, because they could explode and kill him just as effectively as their boss could, and what could he say? He really enjoyed living.
A quick look around showed him that Merri and Caspar had arrived, and there were two mages - at least, that's what he figured them to be - that he didn't quite recognize. Something to worry about later; right now, he had to worry about the fact that there were three mages and only two fighters against a bunch of flaming fury. Not exactly the best odds.
Caspar was still taunting the smaller bombs, which meant that Drake was the only fighter who had his hands free, so to speak. "Mer," he called out, "any bright ideas on how to take these things down?"