Her confidence had dared to rise when her foe went tumbling to the pavement but rather than watch, she searched for anything she could use to her advantage. Seeing nothing, she knew she her options were limited. She immediately began chanting another incantation as he managed to return to the air. Oh yes, she coveted his power. She would do almost anything to add that to her own, but in order to do so, she had to make sure this fight ended in her favor. There was still a great risk it wouldn't, and so she vowed to reserve the spells that were her two best chances for escape until the bitter end.
It was good she had moved as quickly as she had for the green wolverines that circled her likely wouldn't have given her a chance to cast anything at all. With one final phrase uttered that sounded more like a curse than a spell, she sent an eldritch blast at the green creatures. The purple bolt of crackling arcane energy struck one of them, but she didn't have a chance to see how it fared as she was trying to avoid any attacks the others sent her way. Unfortunately, one of them hit their mark and she was sent sprawling to the cold hard pavement. That had hurt far more than she'd liked and it occurred to her that she really was in over her head. But in order to escape, she needed some space. She needed time. If she surrendered now, perhaps he'd allow her the time to escape, but he may grow suspicious of the idea she'd fought only to turn herself over. She had to make this count. She cast another eldritch blast, letting the energy go wild and allowed herself to go limp, as though she were exhausted and her energy spent. To play dead was a risky move, but she was outnumbered and had no time cast a proper illusion spell.