"You're going to what-" he grunted as she pulled the arrow out. Glade watched as Anastasia worked on his wound. She told him to sit out the fight. He nodded, as he was in no condition to fight himself. But, he could do one thing. With his left hand, he picked up his staff.<br/><br/>"Fire Maelstrom!" he yelled, casting the spell. Fire rained from the sky, hitting some of the guards and killed them. Even though most were already dead, there were even more coming. Matthew approached him and healed the wound. Glade thanked him, but still decided to rest, just in case. Between the wound and the massive spell cast, he was forced to lean on his staff, resting for the duration of the fight.