Okay, that's pretty cool. For a second, Marc dearly misses his infinite, boomeranging crescent blades, because while Steven did actually bring his batons for once, they won't help much at long range. Not when he barely has any control over the manta thing.

"Don't throw me off," he warns it, and clings tight with his knees, looping his elbow through the reins, so he can rub his hands together. "Might wanna cover your ears," he adds to the turtle-kid, spits out three quick words in one of the local dialects, and claps his hands together twice, casting one of the handful of spells he actually knows, instead of Steven.

A deafening wave of sound cuts through the rain and hits smack into the oncoming attackers.