Nolita gave an anguished wail as the fell trident pierced her lower back. The center prong had gone through her just to the right of her spine, protruded out her abdomen, and had sunk deeply into the foundation of the outer Colosseum. The few civilians that had witnessed the incident had gone fleeing in terror, screaming of black sorcery. "Help!!..." Nolita moaned, as she was stuck face-first against the stone surface. She struggled in vain to push herself free, her legs buckling in the effort. Tears streamed from her eyes just as blood was trickling from her lips, as well as flowing down her thighs. Kettlebrick was approaching her. "Help me..." She whispered. "...please..."