Genevieve/Juliette/Quenten/Divina
These monsters were pissants. In such Faramfucked close quarters, Divina knew she would have to resort to unsavory methods. Some small part of her had wanted to spare the squire and the Countess the sight of such heretical deeds, but no longer. With a roar, Divina summoned the Dark to Deathbringer in Abyssal Blade.
Bounding from opponent to opponent with remarkable speed, the fell knight cleared their little intersection of the monsters. She did not come away unscathed, but there was no time to lick her wounds. Ushering the present company forward, they crossed the next four blocks with relative ease.
And then the Dark came to collect its debts. Divina faltered as she felt the Dark's cool embrace, flowing around her, in her. No wounds erupted along her skin, but she knew the damage was there, inside. Divina paused, instinctively reaching out to the scholar to steady herself, spitting out blood on the pavement.