Ari/Gillian/Ophion/Ash/Ceres
Ophion swore, not bothering to keep under his breath one of the few words he had uttered all battle (or all day, to be precise) long. He kept an eye on the fiery beast for as long as he could before he had to return attention to his own target and before the brightness stung his eyes. In all his years he had never seen a mage conjure up such a beast, let alone a bard. Arching an eyebrow at the young thief, Ophion made to back away from the flaming path the monster before them.
Though not useless, his white magicks could not be comparable to that of a medic; the red mage could only be spread so thin and the Dark had stretched him to his limits. He shot a hasty Esuna the mime's way to allay to bat bite's effects, leaving the samurai to support her as he turned back to the oncoming enemies.
Ophion prepared himself to attack, holding back partly out of curiousty—it seemed the lizard stood little chance against the bard's creature, their newest ally, and he wondered just what the capabilities of this beast were.