Tim knew that there would be something coming when they were able to catch up with Odysseus - or rather, when he saw that the man was waiting for them. He would have been better prepared if the gesture - the familiar gesture of the pointing - hadn't sent a shivering surge of disgust through him, making his throat tight for a second. But there was nothing like a wave of fire heading rapidly towards oneself to restore focus.

He wasn't eager to test the fireproofing of his cape and uniform against this attack if he could help it, so he jumped over it, throwing a couple of batarangs at Odysseus as he did so, and hoping to land safely on the other side.