The two had gone according to plan, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. Merlin scowled and walked toward the cafe, sensing a growing anger in the dust. Civilians screamed and ran in all directions, but he didn't care. They were about to scream a whole lot more. The target emerged from the cafe, clothes tattered and ripped, the whole side of his face covered in blood. He locked eyes with Merlin and growled. The air around him flamed up as he sent a blast of fire barreling towards Merlin. Merlin raised his hand and braced himself as the projectile smashed against his invisible shield. He sent a pulse to the other two to notify them he's distracted and they should attack. The heat from the spell made his skin red, but he held his ground.