Hurling herself aside, Deja manages to avoid the beam (1d20+4= 16), before readying a javelin-- the disappearance of the fighter spurs a surprised cry from her throat, and she steps forward with a violent stomp.  "Cursed mad freak-- how the hell did he do all of that?!" (Knowledge: arcana result 5).  She begins to check her allies' conditions, trying to assess who is wounded, and how severely.