Nobody else was casting Water. No one else could? Merri felt his heart sink, but the moment was short-lived as he moved out of the way of one of the Fira attacks; the attack only singed his coat, but his foot found a thick sheet of ice that had not yet completely melted from the battle. With a yelp, Merri instantly found himself on his back.
Shaking his head, he pulled himself back to his feet, his body aching all over. Soon, though, the pain vanished, and he felt the refreshing sensation of his mana pool refilling, and not too soon. All four bombs began to expand, and if Merri remembered the bestiaries correctly, it meant only one thing, and he needed to act fast.
Once more, Merri began the incantation for two Watera spells. He prayed that his attack would miss the sentinel and hit one of the bombs surrounding him instead, and he aimed the other at the King Bomb. He may not be able to stop all the bombs from exploding himself, but if he could do his part to minimize the damage, then that was what he would do. With both spells fired, he began another duo of Watera spells, hoping he could finish the incantation to get the other bomb surrounding the sentinel and, once again, the King Bomb, before it was too late.