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Zoe latched onto the her target on the ground and Callan averted her eyes. She had an idea of what Zoe might do and wasn't keen on watching. Besides, the sight of Emma screaming while trapped in a mess of spikes as Kusari carefully pulled her out was enough to hold her attention-- or what was left of it. Good. They were okay. She was glad. It was still terrifyingly difficult to breath, however, and the temperature seemed to be dropping... Ah, if only she still had her jacket. 

The noise coming from her cuff was practically unintelligible at this point. Though Emma had since stopped, [i]someone[/i] was still screaming and crying. Familiar voices grew distant as Kusari proceeded to carry Marcus and Emma to safety. And then even more screaming. The edges of her vision darkened and blurred just before the ground, suddenly a rocky tapestry of spikes, came rushing at her. Fear flickered through her mind, but her heart couldn't pound any faster. A hard pressure hit her stomach, but it didn't break skin. She rose up and fell again, grunting at the discomfort. Again. Again. Again. She coughed behind grit teeth. 

The movement only made Callan more dizzy, but she could still make out the large spike beneath her. A condensing black substance began to cover it. Misery. It seemed her hammer had deconstructed itself. She tried to focus on keeping the creature in, but it was too hard. She couldn't do it. Just like she couldn't save Savannah-- or kill the gargoyle. Not enough resolve and too much of everything else. A portion of Misery's hand emerged, by chance blocking the deadly spike just as the gravity finally stabilized. Callan slammed into the immovable creature's knuckle and rolled down, feeling every bump and scrape with stunning clarity. [i]Everything hurt.[/i]

Her shadow followed as she fell. Misery continued trying to crawl out of the edges of her shadow as Callan lay awkwardly sprawled at the base of two spikes, face down in the asphalt. Before it could get more than a single claw out, however, it dissipated. It simply could not exist so long as its host was no longer sentient.