Lost in her spellmaking, the moment she was most vulnerable as she could not risk even the slightest mistaken syllable or vowel to be able to watch or even take any of her concentration off the task at hand. Something seemed wrong, her power supply seeming to run dry faster then its normal wont, however she has already committed herself and she must release the power.<br/><br/>Suddenly, as the spell neared completion, Sonja feels a mental yank as the power she had been pouring into the clouds above seemed to flow backwards. It filled her body unnaturally, not directed back into the pool where it should be but along her nerve endings, feeling as if thousands of bees were stinging. The stinging grew into lashing pain and a scream is tore from her throat as her own power threatened to burst through her.<br/><br/>Then came the tidal wave of energy, her shield she had put up did nothing more then keep her body parts arranged where they were suppose to be. Flung from the branch by the rolling shock waves, Sonja landed in a heap, the jolt from the ground echoing the jolt from the wave of pure energy. Blearily she fights the darkness that creeps upon her vision, yet steadily does the darkness grow until all is black and she knows nothing more. Unconcious the sorceress lays sprawled upon the ground, her breathing steady but her features pale and there were scorch marks that dot her leather clothing from her own power.