Her patron must be watching over her; Asmodia can't quite believe that she fired off the spell successfully, nor that she was lucky enough for it to have the desired effect. She doesn't stick around to see if he'll get up and try again, but scrambles to her feet. Get away, get away, get away! Sparing only a wild-eyed glance over her shoulder, she bolts down the mountain trail...or tries to. It's as though her limbs lack any strength; hard as she pushes herself she might as well be running through mud as through air.