Drake/Guy/Azalea/Conan
Guy smiled at Drake. "Well now, let's give it a shot."
He wiped absently at the sweat beading on his neck and wondered how many more spells he could conjure in quick succession. Sparing the outgoing party a wave of goodbye, Guy shifted his stance again and began to summon up a decent offensive.
Without any strong fire spells to fall back on outside of his syngergist repertoire, he decided to try the next best thing. Raising up his arm, the air began to surge with energy and static, the harsh smell of ozone stinging the air as Thundaga was cast. Vicious bolts of magic struck at the undead, the force of which was enough to send several flying backward. Guy shook his head and tried to keep his concentration.