Aspel/Merri/Drake/Ari
With the sound of bones breaking echoing in his ears, Merri cried out as though he had been the one hit. His heart pounded and now his hands shook so violently that even if he hadn't stopped casting, his aim would have been so off he certainly would have accidentally cast Sleep upon his friends instead of his opponent.
Instead, it was all he could do to watch. Watch helplessly as Drake and Aspel landed blow after blow, as the woman cried out in pain from the assault, as she kept trying time and time again to get in a good shot with her pistol, and at some point Merri started thinking about what he could do to save her, to save all of them, but all that came from it were a list of spells that would either only do harm upon the woman, or wouldn't hurt her but have proven to be ineffective, or could only protect against attacks that were not relevant here.
Merri stared down at his shaking hands, his mind now swirling with thoughts whose words he could not make out in the fog of his despair. Something like a prayer escaped his lips. Then he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to regain control of his senses and himself... and failing.
Keep fighting and I can't were the words that were most prominent to him now, and he fought with himself until these came to him: Your friends will die if you don't.
And then he realized: he couldn't hear Ari singing anymore.
He still couldn't find her in the Mist, but he remembered from where it had sounded like the song had come from and he tried Esuna again. It failed the first time, and the second, and then he heard another gunshot and he'd wondered if maybe if he knew Vox instead--
But the third Esuna worked. He only hoped he aimed it right and that the gunshot hadn't hit her or anyone. Now he had to go back to the woman and try to do something, though he didn't know what. Another Aero, to try to take her weapon away from her? Then she couldn't possibly do anymore damage, and the fight would finally end.
It was worth a shot, but the spell missed, hitting nothing but the Mist. His hands, after all, had not stopped shaking.