Aria Hunterblade
She should've known. Why Aiden was in such a hurry before to get a move on from the guild to the mission he and Sable had decided to take. It was an S-Class mission, and they wanted to avoid being caught taking one. Aria sighed, hovering above the chaos of explosions, fighting and magic.
She had gone back to the guild after the trial's dismissal, and stored supplies along the way. Her being in the guild seemed to go unnoticed though, save for a shocked few, as she had teleported to the guild's job request board as soon as she reached the front of the guild, then teleported back out after grabbing the paper of an S-Class job request. She was aware of the newcomer though, Revan's son, but decided it would be too much of a hassle to answer his questions, that it was likely that she'd stay and chat with the others, and it would eventually reduce her time for the mission. So then she climbed up the top of a fairly tall building, requipped a staff that she opened up to be a glider, and handglided away to Greed Island, map in memory, summoning strong winds to bring her forward.
The island was indeed the shape of a hand, that she took note of, but the other eye-catching thing was the battle that had ensued. She spotted the three dragon slayers below, and a few others with them, whom she figured were the ones who issued that request as they seem acquainted with the slayers. From above, she put away the staff in the pocket dimension of her Requip Magic and let gravity pull her down, also she reduced air resistance, thus she fell faster. She requipped her swords, placing them in a position vertical to the ground, with the blade pointing at both monster-looking pirates as she fell headfirst.
But when she saw the monter pirates throw their oil magic, she flipped her body, and her feet landed atop the shark looking pirate, knocking him to the side, then she teleported farther away from the scene. Where the oil and bombs were about to meet, she reduced the oxygen levels there.