Darkell tries to form a wall in front of himself, made of his own energies, but the room was quite bright, and while it softened the blow on him, it didn't stop it completely. He sits down and looks at his own shadow. The massless shape on the ground behind him did not follow his movements, but turned to face him as well. Darkell reaches down and touches the ground, the shadow following suit, supplying him with a weapon to use - a hammer. Not exactly his first instinct, but whatever worked.
He stands up, hammer in hand, "We need a plan. No doubt she'll use the wall again. If we know it's coming, I can make a blockade that should hopefully be strong enough to protect someone from it, but I don't know what we'd do from there. Thoughts?"