The moment the arrow struck and gas started floating up her hands and shawl wrapped up around her face and gold light sparked up from her skin angrily as she staggered out of the gas, not daring to take away the shawl from her face. She snapped her fingers furiously, in succession when the desired effect didn't happen before a great burst of golden light cracked from her finger tips and a flask shot into her hand as she scrambled away from her cart.
The mare gave a hoarse, angry sound as she pulled violently at her lead, seeing Jaala staggering around drunkenly. She pawed angrily before jerking her head and rushing up to keep her owner safe.
As hurriedly as she could as the world sailed up awkwardly out of impending darkness, that heaviness of sleep dragging at her insistently. Finally, flask open, she poured the contents into her mouth and gulped it down. With relief, the tonic snapped open her flagging eyes and she lurched forward to grab onto the pony.
Unfortunately, without a specific way to target the affects of the gas, the drink she kept as a safety net to dispel nastiness and restore her managed to keep her away, but made her feel dizzy, light-headed, and a little shaky. She just hoped she hadn't just been poisoned and that her own magic and this magic - or whatever it was - wouldn't mix too badly.
Jaala gulped air and glared around with dark eyes, searching. "Who the fuck?" She snarled loudly, her hand twisted into the roached mane of the mare. She couldn't even really perform magic at the moment, she could feel it. It was building, swelling, but she couldn't tap into it well, just getting weak little streams. She felt exactly how she felt when she was exhausted and overworked.
As long as it wasn't a poisonous sleeping gas, she supposed it wasn't too bad.
Her eyes scoured the area angrily, nonetheless, locking onto a suspicious figure, as the area swelled suffocatingly with irritation, frustration, and a good deal of outrage. "Was it you? What a nice little fucking fellow. That better not have been poisonous," she snapped, unable to focus too much. The mare became a physical expression of Jaala's anger with pawing hooves, loud snorts and a lashing long tail.
Jaala took another drag on the lavender tonic, finally tapping into the magic around her. Her fingers were poised, as she drew in a deep, ragged breath, eyes darting to her cart that was a little bit away. Either keep her cart safe or risk being attacked - she didn't know what he wanted, but she wasn't sure how many moves she had left, and she'd wait to see.