Ari/Gillian/Ash/Ceres/Ophion
Ash ducked as yet another bomb charged at her. There were too many; she and Ari could only do so much - they weren't fighters. At best, they were support. The fucking lizard had both of the actual fighters on it, and she couldn't afford to pull them from it to take care of the bombs that had decided their party was the cool one. Fucking hell, she thought. The mage shot a spell at the bomb nearest Ash and she didn't bother to watch as it exploded, instead taking the opportunity to mimic the spell, aiming it at another bomb.
It exploded and she grinned. At the very least, if she could keep up with the mage, she could help take care of the bombs, leave the big things to the fighters. Arielle would need to focus on the fighters, upping whatever she could.
At the very least, it was a sound plan. Hopefully it would keep them alive. "Chiaro, back up the fighters," she shouted, pausing to somersault out of the way of yet another fucking bomb. What were the fighters' names again? Fuck it. "Red, Blondie, keep the big things occupied. Grumpy, we'll take the bombs." Divide and conquer with Arielle in the middle. It was the best she could do.