Zarraema:

Seeing the chatterbox Wood Elf speared through the leg told her immediately, where she was needed. Spells would do him no good with the weapon still protruding from him, but she could at least remain nearby to ensure that he was not injured further; until it was safe to remove the offending object.

Admittedly, she could not see much from her vantage point, but this seemed to be the most immediate use for her abilities, and so, she drew her bastard sword and took up a defensive position between Fisten...Fiter?...whatever his name was, and the still-moving lizardmen.