The damage is minimal though, but draws her attention to him. Tathlyn rushes into the room to, scanning the place for any hidden dangers ere sending an arrow into the back of Jhaelvirr's little opponent. Zhadristan's opponent casts another spell, wary for any attacks and lashes out at the drow, but once more his agility saves his skin. The female snarls a curse in some unknown tongue.
Jhaelvirr growls and draws a step back. Then it becomes suddenly very dark on the ledge, apart from the little drow-hater, who (at least to Jhaelvirr) is shrouded in magical flames. Only the drow sees the his opponent moving away from him, drawing a potion and gulping the very same, waving his weapon in front of him all the while. Korach rushes up to the female and lashes at her with his axe. He draws a bloody line on her chainmail, which splits apart and is ruined. She flies back a few steps, crushes to the floor and stays down, a steady stream of blood pouring from her not-yet-dead body.