Marek continued to cast his healing spells, green healing light flaring as fast as he could cast it, patching Theo's ribs, Vela's arm, Kayn's shoulder, working desperately to keep the team standing under an onslaught that hurt them faster than he could heal.
Thankfully, Moon needed no such support, otherwise, with his activity, Marek would have not been able to keep up.
Moon pulled his ice sword free of the archer's stomach and fell back a step, reassessing.
They were landing hits. The archer was bleeding, slowed a fraction, its stomach wound leaking dark blood into the snow. But the team was accumulating damage far faster than it was, and Marek's mana wouldn't last forever.
This wasn't a fight they could win easily. Moon had known that going in.
Moon reset his stance and went on the offensive once more, because defense against a Surpasser was a death wish. Moon couldn't allow the archer to distance himself enough to start throwing arrows, he needed to stay in range.
