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The next blasts from the cards knocked her backward.  She hissed in pain, burns forming from the cards and bruises from landing on her back.  The pain quickly knocked down the last of the dam which was holding back that odd feeling of survival that had threatened to take hold.  At this point, Bobbi 'blacked out.'  She was awake, she was mobile, but her mind was not committing things to memory.  It was busy instead of keeping her alive.

She stood, using her hammer to help pull her into a standing position.  Her green eyes locked onto Gambit but did not seem to see him at all.  Bobbi lifted the hammer and ran at him.  She did not hold back her strength nor did she try to avoid using the head of the hammer.  She aimed for vital points, joints, and his head.  Nothing was beyond her endless, messy onslaught.  Rather than the training, she had received, she was using brute force and survival tactics learned in another world.  Another life.  She did not even hear Casper as he called about one of their colleagues bleeding out.  All she heard were the jeers and screams of a crowd that did not exist.