Darius/Ash/OPEN/OPEN
Darius had almost no offensive spells.
Like one.
Maybe two.
They weren't his strongest spells though, and going at these crazy slime things solo? Oh, he was in deep shit. Right now, the white mage wasn't sure what the hell he'd done, or who the fuck he'd pissed off, but it was really seeming like some bad shit had been fucking with his mojo as of late if this was any indication of it.
Yet, that wouldn't matter right now, Aero slammed into his shoulder, causing the man to stumble, staggering backwards as he tried to hold his stance, hoping not to fall prey to the slimes, and other beasts that seemed to be smashing through buildings, and ripping up the streets of the only city he'd ever called home.
"Not cool man! Not cool!" He yelled at the monsters beginning to swarm up towards mage's tower, anger rising steadily in his body and mind. With a low grunt, and a quick maneuvering of his hands, a Holy spell was shot off, hitting one of the monsters but the amount of damage caused... Well... That was up for debate.