group one-fighters (as the barriers come down)
While the spellcasters had worked their magic, Lindsey had hung at the back of the group of fighters waiting to go in. He crouched on the ground, head bent, focusing on the breaths drawn in and released to dispell the small tendrils of fear looking to take root. It was Hell on earth, not Hell, and the purpose was to put it back where it belonged. He just wasn't looking forward to the revisit.
When the barriers dropped, he rose to his feet and followed the others (if it wasn't the strangest group he'd ever been a part of) into the fight. He swung out an arm to clothesline an approaching enemy. The man went down and Lindsey moved on, always on the defensive, remembering the objective not to hurt the human minions. Much. A hard blow to his chin earned a knee to the gut and a blow to the head in return, the man slumping down at his feet.
He turned just in time to see a group go down at once, followed by a few snores. He frowned briefly before the expression became a look of approval. Another minion struck from behind and he stepped aside, helping him on his way down to the floor.