Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Drake repressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah," he muttered. "I'm seeing that." It seemed like Chloe had Quen in hand and the man threw something that flashed in front of a few crabs. Well, he thought, time to jump in.
By the time the flash cleared, Drake was in front of the crabs. One was stopped momentarily - how long that would last, he had no clue - but one was still moving. Movement was bad, so that was his target for the moment. He lifted the ugly thing into the air and tossed it, getting some distance between it, Chloe, Quen, and Mr Suave. He landed a solid roundhouse on the stopped crab and pushed it back.
"Chloe," he called out, not taking his eyes of his marks, "can you guys take care of the toad and mindflayers? I've got these two." He sped up his attacks but missed dodging a pincer, which clamped around his midsection and squeezed the breath out of him. As good a time as any, he thought and cursed the damn thing. "FIRE OVER HERE, NOW!" he yelled. He'd get caught in the crossfire, but it was now weak to elemental magic.
Not waiting to check if he was heard, he cursed the second crab.