Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
Another question, and another attack to go with it.
"Aren't you a joy to talk to," Mag muttered, rolling out of the blade's path once more. She felt the earlier wound, almost healed thanks to Sabina's magic, tear with the movement and start knitting again almost instantly. The wetness along her side unsettled Mag, though she knew the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. An atavistic fear came hand-in-hand with that sensation. The last thing she needed. She clamped it down and executed another High Jump.
The other groups of volunteers were still fighting the guardian's minions all around them. The sooner they skewered the queen, the sooner her soldiers would fall.
Landing after her attack, she located Kiernan at the edge of her peripheral vision, saw him empty-handed and whistled to get his attention.
"Catch!" She tossed her spear in his direction and unholstered her shotgun. "Tone down the generosity. I'm fond of that spear," she shouted. There was a teasing smile on her face despite the less-than-ideal circumstances they found themselves in.
She reloaded her shotgun, her eyes on the guardian. Let Sabina answer its question. Mag was no healer, and she would much rather expend her energy on fighting than playing twenty questions.