Theo/Juliette/Darius/Audrey.
He knew Theo was out there. He had no idea where or when or how or why. Well, he knew why, he knew Theo was a Fighter and Fighter's were heroes that tromped out onto the field and cut things in two. Mages and Bards were always the fighters back up. When the signal went out for help, when the orders were given for convergence at Bahamut Hall, it was hours after Theo had left for the day, and Darius knew the other man was unlikely to check his handheld. Wasn't Theo's style. That meant, someone had to get within voice and vision range in order to let the Berserker know what was going on.
There was only one option, running out into the field by himself, and trying to find his half brother before Theo got chopped up and killed from Faram damned undead. Then Audrey had said she was going with him. He wasn't sure how or why, but regardless, he had agreed to meet her the Mage's tower and they had ventured off together, managing to stave off whatever stragglers they ran into with White and Holy Magicks or whatever else they could muster to fling out.
Thankfully, it wouldn't be terribly long before Darius' eyes fell upon Theo. 'Thank fucking Faram.' Came the short prayer offered in his head, though the sight of more undead descending upon them wasn't lost on him either.
With a grunt and a quick snapping out of his elbow a casting of cura was flung upon the monsters. It had seemed to work last time and he only hoped it would continue to work just as well this time around.
"Need some back up?" He huffed through a breath as his jogging slowed down to stopping beside Theo. Darius, while in good shape, wasn't cut out for running around too crazily, and his chest heaved, trying to take in enough air even if his stance was clearly ready for another round.