Gillian/Divina/Open
Among the guild members joining the fray was Divina. With a roar, she fell upon the first of the adversaries. The magicks of Regen and Haste fell upon her as she did so, an overlapping latticework of supportive magicks. Momentarily, she turned her head to see Gillian astride her chocobo. That woman, and with the thought there was a vague recognition (admiration).
Bravery and Haste felt almost like Berserk. Every nerve seemed to be afire as she lunged forward, sweeping her claws out in a furious series of haymakers. Two more undead creatures fell under the edge of her blades. Her spars with Monaco and Finch were serving her well.
"How many now?" she asked the commander. Earlier, they had counted fifty—would that the numbers had diminished some by now.