Expectations about Tiam's charge were clear and favourable. He, thinking his charge was about to go off without complications upon seeing a lack of magical energy heading his way, would continue forth. Soon after, a spear's tip would be close enough for her to swat away, and while he was recovering, she could drop her charging spell somewhere painful. Whatever his reaction would be, whether it was a tackle, complete recoil, or a strike from his javelin, she'd be given time to react accordingly, so long as the man paused from the spell a bit. Once the spell hit home and she was in the temporary clear, she wanted to say something along the lines of, "I've been thinking about becoming a judge too. What do you think?" Such a vision was tore in two, however, when Tiam acted with appropriate caution when his own expectations fell flat.
He jump-started the melee encounter, though not in the straight-forward nature the elf planned for. Ellia watched as his thrust forward with anticipation and excitement, happy to react and block a what seemed to be a powerful lunge that certainly would end the match if it hit. She swung her staff from her right to his without extending herself in an attempt to bat his spear far enough away from his centre of control to create an opening, a success that came about entirely on it's own, due to the strike being little more than a distraction. She caught on to the obviously intentional miss and moved her gaze upwards, expecting a stab from his javelin to take advantage of her compromised defense. Instead, she watched the clean-shaven skirmisher open his mouth for a shout. Little could be done; she was already twisted out of place from his feint and leaning in for her own spell-fuelled attack.
Though there was no time to dodge away, nor enough time to land her Vibration spell on her opponent, the witch didn't want to simply get knocked away so she could be trampled. She'd need to buy some time or, even better, punish the man for getting too zealous. Either event should give her time to recover, so she went for it. Her left hand dropped from its place on her staff, and reached out to tap the top of an offending spear, the weapon that was likely the single largest threat the man presented. Just before Concussion connected, her supercharged Vibration was released on the wooden tool of war, a spell variant that nearly doubled the force of a strong punch, plus a bit of extra force from her own capabilities. The idea wasn't to break the spear, as the wood should easily absorb the blow, but to drive the tip of the weapon to the floor. If the action worked out and the tip of the weapon got caught in one of the many recesses in the cobbled floor, Tiam may very well bounce backwards if he continued running forward, perhaps even damaging his weapon in the process. If he stopped the charge instead, time would still be bought.
She barely saw the spear dip when the sound-based ability slammed into her frame. Much like a comparatively large person standing behind someone and pulling them to the floor by their shoulders, the wave of force sent the slim elf back and down. Her face tingled from the impact, but most of the annoyance came from the fall. Even with leather-level protection, her fragile bones whined about being tossed backward onto the hard stone flooring as quickly as they had been. Soft blonde hair met the floor beneath as well, the fall being too forceful to avoid hitting her head off the floor entirely, though the impact wasn't as bad as it could be, and only dazed the woman for a moment. Not expecting her spell to stall her foe too long, the elf rolled to her left, then used the nearby pillar as partial cover as she popped back up on her feet.
"That's... really irritating. I'm surprised, really, about your choice of occupation. A loud voice, solid talent, and a nasty trick that could easily save your -or someone else's- life... I could easily see you leading men into a battle. Something above and beyond a bandit raid or our group of friends."