Gillian/Divina/Open
She respected the advice of the Councilman (although wrapping her mind around that title proved not as easy--really, what was Drake thinking at times?), and watching Marcos utilize her abilities on the undead mage, she could clearly see the potential. Gillian took careful note of Marcos' approach to battle, and, after loosing another arrow at the oncoming horde, decided to forgo her mediocre bow skills for a different approach.
"Stay out of trouble," Gillian lectured the chocobo, and the bird gave her wide eyes and snorted again, clearly insulted at the insinuation in her tone. It kept its distance from the undead, however, waiting for her return.
Gillian moved on foot then, one armored hand reaching for her sword. She knew to give berserkers a wide berth of space, and so, keeping at a supportive distance, began to mark her opponents. Marcos stayed in sight, of course, but in a blur of motion, the steel of the katana was bared once again, a lightning flash of brutal power, sending head and arm of the nearest undead knight sailing into the air. With a twist of her wrist, Gillian shook the "blood" from her blade, and with the same clean, precise movements, edged toward the next creature.