Theo/Ari/René.
She had no idea what he was doing -- perhaps fortunately for him, the sudden flaming of his sword was written off as some magic she didn't know, and it did not faze her. Lately, she was at home with fire.
(At the back of her mind, Ifrit rumbled. He was distressed and unhappy the way she recalled him being only once prior; she thought of the woman and her elementals in the Tenements one summer night and shivered.)
She did not have to be told to keep back, either; fortunately, a large fighter made a better target than a small bard. She wished she could answer him, aside from, something very big and very unpleasant; that much, at least Ifrit was getting across loud and clear. The rest was rearing and agitation.
As he charged once more, she raised her voice to protect them, bestowing him with Shell, Protect, Haste, Regen. Her own bruises were already healing under the effects of the song. As for him...
He appeared to be pressing forward. She made a face in frustration but could not find any better thought than to follow. At least behind him, she would remain protected.