Lex/Darius/White Magic Defense Force.
Lex watched in suprise as the undead knight went tumbling to the ground with the force of a sudden cure spell. The creature writhed and jerked for a final time before it fell once more into eternal slumber. Its decayed body was in ruins now, burnt and flayed from the holy magics it was assaulted with. Relief was mixed with equal sadness as she recognized the emblem on its armor--no man deserved such horrible fate as to have their eternal rest so violated. Lex swore a prayer to Faram under her breath, and with harried effort struggled back to her feet once again. She looked up to the man in similar white robes approaching her, noting the number of potions strapped to his belt.
She clutched at her arm and winced at the reminder of her injury. The sleeve had been torn through and blood had already begun to stain it crimson. Beyond the adrenaline and the steady-pulsing dread she tried valiantly to oppress, a stinging pain struck through the entire limb and she did her best not to wince. There were other, smaller wounds as well, most from the tumble. Scrapes and cuts along her palms and knees, a cut above her brow from the debris of the blast.
She took the offered potion and stood near the other mage. For the moment, she would need to accept his help, and the realization was a mix of relief and resentment to the fact that she couldn't handle the situation by herself. If the man had not decided to intervene, who knew if she could've cast another spell in time. Hiding her expression under the shadows of her hood, Lex worked quickly to tend to the wound on her arm.