Rictor/Raol/Emily/Zacheus/Foxe
Foxe didn't much care for being the leader of a team. He was a bruiser, the sort to be pointed in a direction to cut a path through a host of beasts. But he could be strategy-minded if pushed and this seemed one of those times where he'd have to not only fight like a demon, but also keep a close eye on the rest of his team and direct them when necessary. He was encouraged by the fact that they seemed to move as one the moment the monsters had come and he'd shouted orders. Maybe they'd all get through this alive if they could work together.
There was magic coursing through Foxe, giving him an extra boost, but he, himself, had no magic spells that he could cast. He'd have to handle the Tyranorox before them and the flying beasts in the same way, with his weapons and bare hands, if necessary. He threw Agnon at a creature that swooped down from the Tyranorox's brow, which prompted exploded with a loud pop, and then pointed his harpoon in the large monster's direction when an explosion from behind reverberated through the air. Foxe turned his head for just a moment and caught sight of his archer tumbling down.
"Hold the line," Foxe said to Rictor and Raol, voice booming. "Take this one down," he said, gesturing toward the Tyranorox. The group dealing with the guardian would be utterly overwhelmed if they let this hulking beast get past them. Tossing another angon, this time at the Tyranorox's side, he turned to check for Emily and Zacheus over his shoulder. "Alright?"