Desalith groaned as he picked himself up off the floor. Falling over a chair and having an ache on his ankle wasn’t a good way to start a fight. No sooner had he gotten up did an arrow come through the ceiling and light the chair on fire. he saw Oryx catch fire as well.

“Get Celeste out of here! We need to move!” He hobbled out of the doorway, preparing to rain electric hell on whatever foe had shot the arrows.