Rictor/Raol/Emily/Zacheus/Foxe
Emily thought this wasn't going to be a lot simpler than this and the last thing she expected or wanted was something like that to show up. And of course things like this didn't come alone and sure enough, there were a slew of creatures that followed the command of the four-armed woman's will. It wasn't that she didn't like combat, but Emily just didn't like poor odds. The group that went along split into threes and Emily found herself in interesting company.
Immediately she cast Protect, the spell flowing out of her as if she were merely exhaling. All those years of practicing and training to get the spells to that point were to pay off. She wasn't a knight of any sort and she could tell already that those Grenades and Redmaws would tear her apart if she wasn't careful.
She didn't fake her death to come back and then actually die in this hole. Once she felt she was protected well enough, that's when she'd start to put to use her black mage training.