A solid hit, Daixanos saw. He bared his teeth in a smile at the shot. His victory was short lived however, for another two Flame Atronach conjured, causing him to shudder at the magicks now he being further displayed before him. Would this magician not run out of juice? He went for another arrow, fully intending to continue his archery support from on high. It was not to be however, and what the magician did next was not something he had entirely expected. 

The foul mage swept flames over to lick and disintegrate the ramshackle wooden beams that held up the walkway he was perched upon. He froze for a single moment, his scales crawling from the mystical attack before he decided to leap into action. It was a moment too late, and just as he pushed off the timber beneath him, it gave way. His jump was only partially successful, clearing him of the flames and out into the cavern proper. 

Unfortunately, Daixanos hit the cavern wall and fell an untold amount of feet to the cavern floor, using his claws to rake the side of the cave as he fell out of sheer instinct. His landing was hard, the Argonian's bony head knocking against stone. Blackness filled his vision, and he fought through the haze of nothingness that began to swallow him up.