Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Some nights, you really had to wish you'd stayed home. "Fuck!" He just barely managed to roll out of the way, though the edge of the spell singed his pants and had incredible pain spreading up his leg. He barely stumbled to his feet, taking a step back from the conflagration, grateful for the first time for the cold raindrops. His leg was steaming.
He had a notion these people were all insane.
He had a potion bottle in his jacket pocket; uncorking it with his teeth, he swallowed it down in one gulp, letting out a shaky breath when the pain in his leg abated somewhat. Yeah, the fighter could probably use it, but someone sensible had to keep these people alive. That he was the closest thing to sensible present was... pretty frightening, actually. But he wasn't going to die here, and since he'd gotten himself tangled up with them, he wasn't letting them die, either.
There was another mindflayer heading for the girl, who obviously didn't see or feel its advance. He threw, but the arc was off; he nicked the thing, and it screamed, but didn't stop coming. "Right behind you!" he bellowed to her, hoping she could turn some of that destruction on the monster, for a change.