Peony/Ash/Mag
The guild response to such events had become quick and efficient, like a well-oiled, oft-utilized machine.
And that, perhaps, was the crux of the problem.
As Peony and her companions -- a quick, well-balanced group, selected with ease based on skill set, as had now been done half a dozen times before -- made their way towards the commotion on chocoboback, she gripped her rod tightly and though that while repetition had indeed sharpened everyone's instinct, the need for it was worrisome in and of itself. What would they find past the bend in the road?
She felt magic in the air, and that worried her a great deal. Although she was not a quick or skilled rider, she urged her bird on to the best of her ability.
The guards at the gate had mentioned an elemental. One was troublesome enough, but with this much magic hanging heavy as Mist, she doubted it would be so easy. As if to answer her apprehensions, two of them appeared as if from thin air, floating towards them, not yet agitated but unlikely to remain docile for long. And of course, they could not be allowed to reach the city -- nor, indeed, to roam free here, harassing merchants and travelers.
"Copy me," she told Aisling; they had met in battle once before, and she remembered the occasion. A single thought was spared to Siana -- a comrade she would have dearly loved to have at her side today -- before her attention focused on the task at hand. She cast as quickly as she could while chanting loudly, clearly. Waterga. It hit with a sizzle and the elementals turned on her as one. She felt the attempts to silence her, but did not lose her voice. Her cloak pin was hot. It would be hotter still once they stopped trying to disable her and chose to attack.