A wave of shock passed over Dean as the force of Phoenix’s body lurched him forward. The unconscious Uprising’s body would fall from his arms and land just ahead of where the other two fell. His screams of agony could be heard all around the area from the pain of having his arm dislocated. Dean desperately writhed under Phoenix in an impossible attempt to free himself, his left arm clawing on the concreate. Blackness started to penetrate the edges of his vision as the crumpled remains of his former firearm fell in front of him, and her words would echo in his mind before passing out from the pain.