Molly hit the ground hard and felt the air leave her lungs quickly. Her heavier mass caused her to make an indentation in the ground, like a bowling ball dropped into sand. She would have been immovable to even herself had her concentration not been broken by the sudden whipping and pulling. She felt herself get lighter but she was still tethered to the floor by this shadowy apparition of a girl. It made her blood boil that she was essentially in a submission hold and being made to tap out. But that it when an idea struck her, or rather, the idea of striking something struck her. With the whip around her midsection, she was free to move her arms once more. Slowly she began to slap the ground she was laying on her, each strike becoming heavier as she repeatedly increased and decreased the gravity around her arms as they went up and down. The ground cracked and tremors quaked the ground as she began to crack and splinter the ground beneath her, throwing dust and debris into her face.

"Can't be a shadow on the floor if the floor is all pieced up. Ever seen your reflection in a broken mirror?"