Moon waited patiently for the gap between their coordinated attacks, using the temporary gap in attacks to his advantage. His fireball continued compressing and gathering power with every second that passed, shrinking in size while its destructive potential multiplied exponentially.
By the time his [Ignite] had charged to the level of power he desired—a fireball roughly half a meter in diameter—Moon looked for the perfect moment to strike.
The moment arrived a few seconds later, during a brief pause in their attacks, as the archers took aim, and mages charged their spell.
Unexpectedly, Moon opened a large opening in his protective dome and hurled the charged attack directly at the largest group of enemies positioned to the west.
"SCATTER!" one of the attackers shouted desperately, presumably their field captain who recognized the incoming attack's devastating power.
