Desalith hobbled behind the group, and although his ankle twist wasn't a fatal injury, it would make him considerably slower in comparison to the others. He would naturally need to fight, having dodged a few arrows and shot a few others out of the air with small lightning charges.

"Way I figure it, if we take them out now, that's less looking back later." he prepared for a heavy duty spell, sending several lightning charged orbs to go in all directions that he was being shot at from to create an electric field. His staff began to glow.