It's a simple thing really, to leap as a spider; Tevinter mages might expect giant spiders but they do not expect for them to have once fought as women first so when she makes that leap to tear out his throat, he falls hard to the ground, staff spilling out of his grasp. She's done this countless times, enough that she doesn't really think about the taste in her mouth now when it isn't really her mouth, when a spider isn't equipped to taste exactly.

She turns at the sounds of the new attack, eight eyes glinting in the dark, rolling as a spider and coming up as a women to lift her staff again as she spares a glance for the eluvian, keeping herself between it and the new threat. The barrier is welcome protection for her as she glares into the dark of the cave, aiming a spell to disorient the Red Templar, hoping that the confusion will cause him to harm himself rather than to any of them.