More bad luck with her enchantment - she would need to practice more, though in fairness, these dark dwarves were particularly pig-headed little brutes.  She cursed very slightly in elvish, saving most of her breath for trying to dodge around her one obstacle, and make for the open corridor to safety just beyond him.<br/><br/>And she did dodge well, easily sidestepping his almost laughably slow hammer-swing, and incidentally ruining the crossbowman's aim.  Her spirit lifted - she was in bad shape, but once ahead of them these dwarves could never keep up.  Eyes on the dim corridor ahead she didn't see her foe putting on a burst of speed, didn't realize he was upon her until she was struck from behind, stumbling over her legs and falling forward to hit the stone floor hard with a "whoof" of escaping air.<br/><br/>So close, so close... she knew it was over, but in her foggy state she was resigned to it.  Perhaps she would see those green fields of her vision... she was flopped over, to stare up at the much less bucolic scene of three Duergar faces gloating... then she saw the chamber roof moving slowly, as she was dragged by the legs to... where?