Yeah, letting go now. Juliet's trying to use her weight to pull her over backwards, and she goes with it, falling on her while she's at it and planting an elbow hard enough to keep her busy.

She glances over as the sorceror raises a hand, and time does not stop as much as her muscles simply take over. The greenish dart that flies from his hand leaves concentric rings in the air, and it leaves a mark on the silver panel of her bracelet, but then it plants itself harmlessly in the ceiling.

The impact is enough for her to temporarily decide the other arm can now be distinguished as the good arm.

Which leaves Connie staring just long enough for an open-palmed smack between the eyes that has her down.