Ari/Gillian/Ash/Ceres/Ophion
If it were only the lizard, that would be one thing. As a bomb-like creature bumped into Ari from the side, eliciting a sizzle of fabric and skin, a yelp, and a stumble, she realized that even with this many people, they were to be vastly outnumbered. The samurai and knight could only do so much, and even with the mage's spells -- ice flew past her and the floating bomb shuddered and fell back -- they would be hard-pressed to make a wall through which the beasts couldn't break to join their mistress in the middle of the chamber.
I can clear the hallway. The thought came and went, shoved out of the way with months of practice; it was not so desperate yet. They could hold their own.
New skin had already covered the burn on her arm, the pain a distant memory. She couldn't spare the healing now. Instead, she began Battle Song, aiming at the samurai, lending additional strength to her sword arm. She had done what she could for speed (her own fingers flew across the strings, the vocal leaps unnaturally quick and effortless), now she would attempt to assist with strength.