Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
Some diplomat this guardian was, following up questions will more violence. Well, Mag was good at multitasking, too. She crouched to avoid the swing of the blade; it sliced the air above her with a defeaning whoosh.
"The guilds of Emillion sent us here." Mag wasted no time in unholstering her shotgun and shouting, "Get her before she can get her defense up again!" to the others—though no doubt they were all of one mind. Before the guardian could attack again, Mag executed another Double Jump, but this time her spear was strapped to her back. She grinned, and unloaded her gun into the guardian's smiling face.
Shooting the bitch in the face was the most satisfying thing she'd done all day.