I didn't have much of a choice, so I decided to follow the elf's example. Catching the sword in my left hand, I was already falling when I realized it was quite high up here... In the next second, I was hanging above the entire horde of undead, who weren't having an easy time either, supported by one hand. Hmm... I don't know what the elf came up with, but I'm happy with my reaction now. I'm just afraid it won't last long, so I need to act!
I swung and hooked my foot onto the crossbar. Then, with a swing, I drove the sword into it and, using it as leverage, pulled myself up. Releasing the blade, I ran along the beam from one end to the other and jumped in the direction of the nearest wall... In a moment... and I, spreading my arms and legs, slowly descend along the narrow window arch...
I jumped to the floor and, grabbing the sword with both hands, started cutting down everyone around me...:smile13:

After a few minutes of fighting, the Necromancer faction realized what was happening, and the situation began to change rapidly... Liches struck right into the thick of the battle, and poisonous clouds, without harming the undead, began to destroy the magic of the air elementals, which had previously been recklessly tearing apart the uncontrolled undead. Vampires moved to the altar, surrounding the Necromancers led by Raven, and with their quick and coordinated strikes of their magical swords, they easily created an impassable barrier for the elementals. Some of the necromancers cast Mass Weakness, someone cast a curse... mass spells one after another weakened the attackers. The slowed, exhausted streams of air were mercilessly destroyed by magic.

The elf, like a whirlwind, relentlessly cutting through the dead flesh, broke through to the vampires... curses were reflected from his strange aura, but it wasn't strong enough, and there were many necromancers... A poisonous cloud surrounded the elf without touching him, as the raging air shield around him was still holding back the onslaught of the poison.

An ice shard launched by Raven tore through the wall five meters from you, taking a couple of elementals with it... Machete, you felt weak, and your movements slowed down... On the other hand, you climbed down the wall behind the altar... with a powerful blow, you cut down a vampire who appeared at the wrong time, who didn't have time to figure out what was happening, and his sword fell into burning ashes before you, what to do next?
Ahead is the Altar, on which, in a Lich's costume, lies a still-living girl. Above her, ignoring everything, Raven is intently casting something. Two necromancers stand nearby, reciting the formula for another powerful dark spell. Three Liches, together, raise their hands, with the staffs that appeared out of thin air, forward, and deadly rays rush into the thick of the battle...
To the left, five meters away, is the hole left by Raven's shard, and there is clean air...
Around, the corpse poison, the air shield is barely holding it back... it's already starting to sting the skin... You are cursed, weakened, and slowed down...
What do we do?