Galtion rushed toward the party that was healing, not even bothering with interfering with Astaroth, as the demon knew it needed no help.
Phoenix thought about incinerating his body, severing the strings controlling him, but she also held back from doing it. The death penalty for her killing him wouldn't be a small one, and it would put him far behind his party's level, transforming him into a burden.
The Fey man in the party lightly coughed to get her attention.
Phoenix first grabbed the charging Galtion, pulling his spear into a spin, and flinging him away like a rag doll, making sure she didn't throw him into any wall or structure that might deal damage to him.
"What is it, Chronos?"
Phoenix could read the name above his head, now that they were in the same party.
