Lex/Darius/White Magic Defense Force.
Darius tugged at the sliced material at his shoulder, fingers dipping into his own blood on accident, and it was wiped against the white fabric. There was no time to worry about blood stains at this time and really, no point in the worry at all. This would not be a fight he would walk away from without his share of red splatters and specks of blood being flung upon him. It was a hazard of the job and unfortunately, made his laundry bill hell when he didn't just dump the clothing in a fire pit or try to get the strains out himself. Ears perked up, eyes being cast to and fro before realizing this might just be the window he needed to catch his breath and check himself over.
"Where help is needed." Hands slipped down shifting the belt that had been slung cross body as it was out of place, the one around his waist had remained comfortable. Only then would his gaze rise to look at her, trying to quickly assess how damaged she was and if she needed healing, the potion had been handed to her without thought as it could be used for defense or offense in a fight such as this. "You?"
While listening a glance around them was given, trying to access which way would be best to head in next. He'd been heading mostly in a straight line before, trying to find the center of the fight, where all the undead and evil mastermind had to be located, but the deeper he got in, the less sure Darius was that such a tactic made any sense. "Was trying to find the center, but these damned undead are everywhere. Can't make any sense of a main point from where they're coming." At least, he'd failed so far.