Marc stays down for a couple seconds, letting bullets whiz by over his head or clang into the heavy truck chassis.

He's been paying a little attention during Steven's magic lessons. Not a lot, but a little. And he has exactly one spell he can cast, on his own, without Steven's help.

He fires once over the top of the truck, without looking, then stands straight up and flicks his free hand at the Sylphids. A bright light flares in each of their faces, eliciting a few cries of pain and annoyance, giving him a couple seconds to actually aim before they start firing again. The light also illuminates where Layla is, and reminds him he's really got to keep them focused on him.