Desmond upon being cut stumbles back and falls to his knees
Styn, Now freed, teleported behind Desmond and impaled him through the stomach while simultaneously using ice magic to burn the wound with impossibly cold ice.
Desmond smiles evilly "If I'm dying, I'm taking at least one of you with me" He heaves the longsword upwards into Styn's chest before being frozen completely by the ice.
Styn falls backwards, bleeding silver blood when he abruptly smiles,"Fun times, glad I joined in on this little outing." He stands up and coughs out silver blood before waving his hand over himself and patching the wound."It will heal in time, for now, I'm concerned about him" He pointed towards the frozen Desmond,"I think we should leave him here on this path, He was not a dishonorable fighter."