Well it got the teeth out of his face. Hurrah. He leans back just in time to get spit in his eye, between that, the mud, the struggling and the ache building up unpleasantly in his shoulder Zevran finds his grip slipping from where he has the elf pinned. Brasca.

"If you cannot tell, I am trying to get you off. Perhaps then you would calm yourself and stop raving like a beast!"