The blonde elven woman almost missed a step in her dance.  She simply hadn't been expecting that reaction.  Wizards would have respected and appreciated the concept of using a weaker spell to defeat an opponent.  The marshaling of power was of the utmost importance to a wizard.   More-so since magic was more fleeting, draining from the land but the hedge knight wouldn't know about the wizard community's darkest secret.

For a moment she considered trying to get him to look upon her, to befuddle him as well, but he'd likely be too smart for that.  She wished she could look him in the eyes to better gauge his intentions but unfortunately her new "companion" was wisely not looking in her direction.  Should she state that she could bind him to her will, making him her thrall?  She suspected not.  He might not like a lingering threat like that and simply chuck the rock.

"By Sharess' tits," Assallya swore profanely as she slid her foot along the edge of the wagon's roof in her latest movement that drew attention to the slenderness of her legs, "Can you not count?  You defeated but three of their number so far and I defeated more than a half score!  I can also identify items of magic, translate ancient texts, and probably a dozen things you cannot which would be of aid in acquiring the treasures of this place."