Maria/Siana/Peony + Jareth
It was a strategic position. As the undead staggered from the mouth of the cave, briefly disoriented by quickly fading light, they would be met by sword and ax, blessed and glowing with the pearly white of holy power at Maria's hands, and then by bursts of magicks from their hands.
She stood behind the peacekeepers, as out of the way as she dared while still being able to aim, and chanted. They had developed a rhythm of a sort now; when her chanting was complete, she called out to them and they pulled back, and Firaga scorched the newest wave of enemies which had entered the clearing. There were no trees there, for which fact she was grateful; though she had killed the grass with her first casting, and fully blackened it with her third, as long as she aimed carefully, her spells would remain contained to the clearing, wreaking havoc upon the undead monsters but sparing the forest a cruel fate.
Once her spell was complete and had faded, it was time for the warriors to rush in again as she prepared the next, ready to alternate with Maria's casting for the subsequent wave of enemies.