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Abaddon watches from afar, knowing she cannot get too close but need to stay as close as possible to be helpful. She continues to pick up cars from the streets, moving when she ran out of supplies, aiming for the creature's legs and face, hoping that it will distract it or even trip it up. 

Her form starts to take a proper shape quickly, using her power in this fight would ramp it up quickly and sooner the better. She shakes her head, listening into the information that's been given about what teams are doing, her mind slips away to thoughts of Metanoia, wondering how she was holding up during the fight.