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In the half-minute that had passed with everyone staring at Akagalcia and the door beneath her, crow-face had lost his grip, and that was the end of him. Not the stomach-turning cliche one might've expected from a man plunging to his doom in terror. No, apparently losing his grip was what it actually took. The moment the Door had himc completely, crow-face seemed to just... dissolve into light, simply floating as the pressure of The Void consumed him.

Akagalcia could've closed the Door any time afterward but instead just looked between the four remaining thugs with a deathglare. Rave could feel her weariness at surface. Keeping the Door open was a play to give her time to recooperate. Then, the melee broke out in earnest. Akagalcia still waited as Rave dispatched another, and the alpha sent off his runt. The moment every thug that still stood seemed occupied, Akagalcia sprinted into action after the runner, the Door unmade in an instant. A mote of incandescent light appeared beside her head and almost immediately brightened enough to light up the night around them. Rays of dawn disappeared with her into the alley way, then disappeared when they were out of sight almost instantly, accompanied by a sickening set of slushy -thuds-.

Akagalcia collapsed against the side of the alley, shuddering with pain and gulping down waves of nausea. She had a white-knuckle grip on her kukri, staring up at the night sky and panting. Another gulp. She didn't seem aware of anything around her at that moment. She had a look of triumph on her face, in spite of the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I FOUND IT TWICE!" <I found it twice.>

And then she wretched chunks of supper and soured milk into her lap, sobbing with joy. And pain.