Landing on the horse, Mizrel grunts. The impact hurting her thighs and hips as her weight preses her flesh against the metal mount. She  grabs for a handhold then fires another firebolt at the nearest flying blob. "Joseph! We're leaving now!"<br/><br/>To the unknown gunslinger she says, "Move in a circle, so the others can fire on them while I stay out of their range and tentacles." Then  fire s another bolt. This fight was draining her magical abilities fast, but it was either use her powers of die, and she had no intention of dying.