Aspel/Ari/Jareth/Kiernan
"Offense, you got it!" Kiernan answered Aspel as he finally found the sweet spot on the zombie before him. These things smelled as awful as they looked, and Kiernan snarled as he kept fighting. Between jabs he looked to see just how open of a clearing they were in to see if it was safe for Lucy to swoop on down, but he also had to keep himself on his own two feet, because he knew too well that if he fell, there would be little to stop Lucy from entering the fray no matter his commands.
But offense he could easily do. Aspel was a Sentinel, after all, and she was well-trained for defense, and he felt better throwing himself into the fray. He just had to find that spot for each of the zombies and this would be an easy enough battle, if tiring with this seemingly endless hoard.
Maybe a blast of fire would not be amiss after all. The area sure seemed open enough. Alright Lucy. Get ready. But before he could make the call, he felt a blast of cold ice that stung so hard he nearly froze in place. "Son of a bitch!" And, shivering, he took out a nearby skeleton, though from the heavy plate and sword, he knew it hadn't been the culprit.