Zack curses under his breath, casting Wall just barely in the nick of time. He tries to dodge, but he can't avoid them all.

Hammered into the ground by fiery rounds, he gives a sharp grunt of pain. He's practically catching fire, the effect thankfully diminished by the quick spell. Groaning, he pushes himself up, using the Buster Sword as a crutch. A little ice magic, and he brushes the flames away, singed and aching. He's determined, though, as he raises his blade once again.

"Come on...Calamity."

Take your best shot.