Lavellan doesn't expect that. She goes down without a fight -- too surprised at him going straight for a full body tackle than anything else to put up much of a fight. But she snarls, then, and lashes out with her feet in order to try and kick him off -- the shadows she'd been calling up waver at the edge, having no idea how to handle this either.

But she's not defenseless, even though her own magic feels weak and sluggish. Lavellan slams her palm down on whatever part of 9S she can reach -- and there's a lot of him -- and calls forth a current of electricity to run through him, purple sparks arching from her fingertips into him.

She's aiming to surprise him, to give him enough of a shock she can get out from his grip, rather than doing any permanent harm. After all, she just wants to be left alone.