Sitting up slowly, Anya looks around, rather confused.  "Huh?  What happened?" she looks around more, scratching her blonde hair.  "Oh...I casted a spell on one of those things...uhmm...did it work?" She looks over Lyell's shoulder, expecting to see the nasty humanoid men that were rushing them last she remembered.  Still a bit woozy, Anya sits on the the floor, flat on her her bottom with her slender legs spreads apart and her hands resting on her upper thighs.