Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Quen's stamina was starting to flag. She'd never cast so many spells at once. Most of them were connecting, which seemed a stroke of luck, but it was also taking a lot out of her.
Still, she couldn't quit while people were counting on her. She charged another spell and aimed it once again at Drake's voice. He could still speak, which was a good sign, but he did sound a little crispy. Could someone sound crispy? Maybe it was Quen's imagination. Still, as she cast Fire once again toward Drake, she hoped he'd be able to get out of the way before he got hit.