"Ow, that was my knee!"

We're back to the hissing again, but only briefly. Ysalwen stumbles again, then falls to her knees.

"Hoist by my own -- petard? Woe is me. Also, ow."

Then she falls over on her side and is still.

Liranan howls, starting to move toward her in confusion. Her hand flutters very slightly, tapping on the stage. The mabari stops, then, and does an incredibly convincing rendition of 'playing dead'. He also makes the stage vibrate a little when he falls.

(Gertrude is relieved. Probably.)

"Okay," Ysalwen hisses again, head tilting by tiny degrees toward Lesgle. "Now what?"