WMDF/ELVINA/LICH.
"MOVE IT LADY!" Darius yelled, an unbecoming guttural grunt following the directions to Lliryn, as Rictor had called her, as the White Mage sprinted forward an arm stabbing out through the night, white magicks converging at his finger tips before aimed and flying through the air, a cura spell directed at precisely the spot in which the Lich unnaturally hovered, threatening doom and destruction on all in its wake. If only Darius knew what the creature actually was, instead of thinking it just some other random undead creature he could easily dispatch with a few curative spells, he wouldn't have moved himself up so readily, easily within the monsters attack and spell reach.
Unfortunately, he would pay for this quickly as a swipe of the monsters claws caught him across the chest, administering a dark spell at the same time, breaking and exploding a few of the potions stored within the belt and pouches across his torso. An echoing of its laugh "kekekeke" bouncing against the nearby walls and buildings, mixed with his cry of pain.
Falling back, Darius attempted to catch his breath, trying to find his mind through the pain scorching through his chest and tearing his mind to shreds. "Holy magicks! Curative magicks and items hurt it!" He yelled through gasps, the holy knights would most likely know the holy part, but how common the knowledge of 'curative magicks impacting undead creatures negatively was, he wasn't sure and right now, they all needed to know that, especially as the Lich rose, looking as though it was ready to administer a volley of attacks and dark magick spells aimed in their direction.
Darius eyes widened, he was pretty sure his ribs were cracked, and right now, moving out of the way seemed best, but he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to manage.