Genevieve/Juliette/Quenten/Divina
What little magic she possessed would surely run out before long, but she kept a steady stream of Fire and Thunder, carefully aimed for the mouths of the iguions. No point in wasting what resources she possessed.
Divina was cornered but Genevieve gave little thought to it; the Fell Knight (she mentally shivered) was skilled enough to break free. Her concern needed to be placed with Quenten and Juliette. The thought had barely crossed her mind when Juliette fell and quickly rolled out of the way.
Perhaps it was time to switch tactics. She lobbed a cure at the girl and gently nudged Quenten forward. Genevieve visited the docks fairly regularly for meeting with contacts and other unsavory sorts and knew the alleys fairly well. They were perhaps five blocks from the entrance to the city proper. If they could just get there, she was sure that the Fighters' Guild had stationed themselves at the entrance to keep the threat from the city.
"Is there a way to get through this with minimal engagement?" she called to Divina. "The city entrance is five blocks north."