Gale/Cressida/Theo!
It all happened so quickly. Gale saw the arrow fly true and strike the Mindflayer, just as another flame licked out from her staff and struck the creature -- as if it were a solid fist. The Mindflayer shrieked, its allies tightening around the two young women, having the advantage of numbers and catching them in a pincer-attack. Gale could feel sweat beginning to bead on her neck -- both from the temperature of her spells as well as nerves just beginning to settle in.
She turned her head to the archer. The brunette looked vaguely familiar, probably someone Gale had seen around the Fighters Guild when she had met up with her relatives, though probably no one of great importance, or else she would have known her from somewhere else. Still, this was no time to be trying to network or offer disdain; Gale inclined her head slightly, towards her new ally. "I am fine," she said, stiff even now as she began to gather another spell in her mind, hoping to cast Slow on their opponents.
When the third joined them -- this one she recognized immediately, having seen Theo Finch in places besides the battlefield -- making his dramatic entry through the sliced halves of the Iquion, Gale felt her back bristle in a way that it rarely did.
Get out of here! Who did he think he was?
"We will do as we must," Gale said firmly, not even realizing that she was assuming in speaking for both herself and Cressida, and her Slow spell reached out its long fingers and curled over the remaining monsters. "Shall we leave you here to slay unattended or would you prefer to be healed and assisted?" She could feel her fury begin to build up, annoyed that he had told them to shoo, as if they were children underfoot. She did not know the abilities of the archer, but Gale knew she was a capable and accurate mage, even if young; she would not be treated as anything less than that.