[Vivi/Altair/Merri/Wil/Open]
It was difficult moving with a bad ankle, but Merri did it; he had little other choice. His breathing was haggard through the pain and exhaustion and a dwindling mana pool, but he kept on his feet, his mind racing through any spell he could possibly use against the creatures for the best effectivity.
Fira. Yes, white magic was the most useful thing he could use, but he only had Cure at his reliable disposal. But now that the captain was here, and Altair's song was working wonders against the creatures, he had his chance to cast it. So he took in a deep breath and concentrated, allowing the extra time for the power to flow through his veins until he had it at the tip of his fingers. Then, he tossed it at the undead army, and though his head spun and his vision was fuzzy, he saw a good number of them fall.
Then he remembered his other potions. "I have two more," he gasped, and he reached into his pack to pull them out, only to see that he also had an ether bottle hiding at the bottom. With a cry of relief, he took the ether, and he felt ready and refreshed to keep fighting, but he left the potions for the others if they needed it.
He refreshed Enfire on the captain's weapon, giving him a strained smile as he did so. "Be careful," he urged Wil before preparing another Fira attack.