Maria/Ash/Cian/Ofelia/OPEN
Now that was a spell Ash recognized, and she immediately aimed the Cura at the mage that was aiming something nasty at her. Unfortunately, it got the spell off before Ash's hit it, and the force of the Blizzard spell connected right in her chest, icy tendrils curling around her neck and arms.
She could take a physical hit no problem, but magical defense had been something she'd never been good at; she went down, arms coming around herself and mace falling to the ground. Something hit her from behind, slamming into her upper back and propelling her forward, face to the concrete. "Fuck," she wheezed, rolling out of the way of the Knight's - of course it's a fucking Knight, she thought disgustedly - sword.
Once she could breathe, she kicked out, sweeping the corpse's feet out from under it and scrambled out of the way. She needed to get back near that Holy Knight woman before she cast again.