Group two - fighters
Claire had a taser at one hip and a stake and a gun at the other with a couple of refils of bullets in case she needed it, and she suspected she might. Taser humans, stake vamps, shoot demons. It was her logic and she was sticking to it, in her coat pocket was a small wooden cross and a bottle of holy water. She'd taken advice from the Slayers on what to bring, and the gun and taser were hers.
The other thing of course was a bag slung over her shoulder, little strange for a fight maybe but this bag contained a lot of syringes filled with her blood and ready to heal people as and when
The magic barriers being down meant the fighters were ready to go and so was Claire, she cast a reassuring look to Nathan informing him she would be perfectly fine, worst came to worst Nathan knew what would actually put her down, and knew how to bring her back.
"If you get hurt, find me, I don't want anyone putting it off and thinking they'll be okay. You find me. And if anyones squemish about needles...well...tough really. Only way. And if I go down keep fighting, I mean it."
She was proud of her badassness. A combination of Bennet and Petrelli she found she was pretty good at bossy authority type when she wanted to be. And she knew Nathan would entirely ignore that last bit.
She was ready when the vamps came, stake in her hand but ready to fight.