Gale/Cressida/Theo/Open?
Theo saw the enemies ahead of him and charged.
Rage burned through his veins, boiling hot, and though his jacket was slick with rain and bloody viscera, Theo wasn't going to allow the storm become a detriment in this fight. Tightening his grip on the rainslick handle of his greatsword, Ragnarok sang with the wind, carving the Iquion in two as he rushed forward. Blood covered his forearms, spattering on his leather chest plate, and Theo raised his weapon again, pausing only when he caught sight of the two women.
It was difficult to think straight in this state. Slowing down now would cause him to feel his already plentiful number of wounds, and while he could tell friend from foe, there was no time for any pleasant discussion--not in the midst of full-on berserker fury. Over the rain and the the drowning sound of his own quickened pulse, Theo could barely make out what they were saying.
"Get out of here!" He spat out, turning his back on the women to guard them. Theo raised his sword again and prepared to let loose his anger on the other monsters, hoping to create a physical barrier between the women and the beasts around them.