Again, it was hard to tell exactly what it was that distracted Evii, it may have been being the grace at which Zerxel slid out of the slick wet sand, it may have been the erotically charged nature of her movement, it may have been the magic of the dungeon, already affecting them both.  But odds were that it was a mixture of all of the above.  But whatever the reason, she stupidly swung her staff defensively as she regained her feet, a blow that a novice drow could have avoided and was a joke for Zerxel.  Why she didn't use her magic was unclear, but it didn't stop Zerxel from grabbing the elf and smashing the small ball of fire into her face.<br/><br/>Evii howled in pain and fell away, her face bright red but unburned.  Again the magic of the dungeon had saved her.  No doubt she felt the pain and effects of the flame, but that wouldn't play well to the people at home watching.  But Evii wasn't the fool she'd been pretending to be for the last year of training.  She knew she had been beaten, and she threw up both hands in front of her, her staff falling to the sand.<strong>"I surrender, go, use the sending stone.  I won't fight you!"</strong>