Caught off-guard and with her defenses foolishly down, Kahlil opened her mouth to call for help only to find that no sound emitted from her throat.  She'd sensed the spell, but not picked out its source; and her hands were not quick enough to get off a defensive spell of her own.  Sharp and sudden pain blossomed at the back of her head, and she briefly saw stars before oblivion rushed in on her.<br/><br/>The elf fell limply to the ground, her damp body becoming dirty once more as she landed next to the gown she'd intended to wear.  The mage did not look so imposing, crumpled on the ground as she was.  No, in fact, she looked much younger than her several centuries would attest.