Gillian/Open?
Reinforcements had finally arrived, it seemed. The Commander of the Black Lions was relieved to see the new wave of guild members entering into the fray, but the battle to dispatch the rest of the undead horde was far from finished. None could be allowed to remain, which meant a thorough and brutal sweep of the entire area, making certain that all current threats ended here.
Her men had already been positioned in several areas of the forest, picking off the undead knights and mages that had broken from the larger groups. Archers and gunners were kept up in the trees and other high ground, keeping watch from their vantage points and offering signals to the others on the forest floor. Gillian watched their progress from the mount of her chocobo, the bird seemingly unsettled by the undead prowling around them. It shook its armored beak and let out a huff of anxiousness--ready to be lead forward once again.
As more guild members came rushing into the scene, Gillian unsheathed her sword. Concentrating on the spiritual forces dormant within the honed steel of the katana, she drew out its energy and a wave of power settled over the allies nearest, offering Regen and Haste. The katana shimmered with an unnatural light.