THE FINAL THROWDOWN: EVERYONE
Violet hadn't cared about the scene that had played out between mage and his second in command. She felt no sympathy for these men that violated Faram's law, who dared to blaspheme in the ways they had. Violet's main concern was Peony's safety. Their mages were essential to the fight; they needed someone with spells large enough to take out the countless undead that Cerf was raising. And so she tried to keep aware of everything going on around her while watching any adversaries that came too close to Peony. It allowed her the time to cast without needing to concern herself with defending herself.
In one quick slice, she cut into the chest of a man with an axe who'd been rapidly advancing toward them. He was on his knees instantly. Violet kicked away his weapon and then knocked her boot into the side of his head. It was enough to send him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.
And then she heard Rictor, not too close, but not far away enough that he was out of earshot. Their eyes met, his tired and uncertain, hers cool and collected. "Alive," Violet shouted with a nod, "But not uninjured. Do what you must!" What they could really use in this instant, Violet realized, was an archer. She made note of that for future sewer outings. "Miss Min," Violet spoke quietly enough that hopefully Cerf wouldn't be able to hear as her sword for its way to the shoulder of another enemy, "If you would be so kind as to distract our friend."