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Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! The Leviathan hardly even noticed the pain as the scythe was knocked free from her chest by Herik’s lion as her claw caught the shoulder of the Outsider and ripped through its ethereal flesh. Tooth and claw tore into the Outsider, tossing the pathetic ghost meat about like a dog ripping apart a chew toy. The fight was over. The Leviathan had won. Stupid ghost bitch, it should have run when it had the chance. The Leviathan kept shredding apart the Outsider, ignoring the pain in her chest as she flayed the apparition. In the end, the Outsider was no tougher than that metal elephant. Nothing was a match for the Leviathan. She growled as the bone girl hit the Outsider in the back. Assistance was not appreciated. This was the Leviathan’s kill. 

Only her kill was reforming before her very own eyes. The Leviathan hesitated on her next strike as if she was seized by the realization that everything she had done had amounted to nothing. Whatever. The Leviathan was stronger, she could tear the Outsider limb from limb for eternity if she wanted. The claw swung down to rip the Outsider’s shredded jaw clean off, but the Leviathan’s talons never hit their mark as the Outsider blew her away. The Leviathan bashed against the edge of Lyss’s barrier and was dragged after the Outsider, only the Leviathan slammed into the window frame instead of going through it.

The feeling of fear clamped down on the Leviathan again as its focus shifted from the Outsider to the primate drawing the sigil. Nothing so fucking pedastrian as that could ever really contain the Leviathan, yet the sight of the cage still awoken the animalistic instincts inside of the Apparition. With a low growl the Leviathan skulked back into the crumbling building, shrugging off falling debris with ease, as Madison slammed into the Outsider. The Leviathan broke into a panicked mad dash as the sound of the Outsider screaming pierced through the clattering of falling wood and concrete. She smashed through the otherside of the building as it finally came down upon itself and continued fleeing. In the distance, sirens filled the air as the rain began to let up.

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Vashti cried out in searing pain as she stumbled and collapsed to the ground inside of the dried out fountain. She was matted with blood. She was unsure of how much of it was hers, which was always a concerning uncertainty. Vashti fought back the instinct to hurl as she recalled the Leviathan devouring whatever-the-hell the Outsider had summoned and clutched her chest. She shivered. It was another bad sign—she shouldn’t feel this cold right now. Tears streamed down her face, cutting little rivers through the muddy red, as she tried to stop her hyperventilating. Without fail, regaining control of her body always felt like a major panic attack, but normally it didn’t hurt this much.

She had to see the damage that was done—and she had to make herself decent. With shaking hands Vashti unclasped the buttons on her frayed jacket and trembled at the sight of the darkening red mess on the front of her sliced blouse. Slowly, she undid the top two buttons and, with a deep breath, pulled the shirt out to reveal the wound. From the top of her left shoulder to her right armpit was a massive gash that still oozed with blood. The sight was sickening.Vashti looked away instantly, her breathing growing rapid. Her vision swam. She dug her nails into her thighs as she closed her eyes and fought off the blackout. 

She’d sometimes returned to her body after the Leviathan took over with a few bumps and bruises, but never an injury as bad as this. How was she even still alive? Her heart rate quickened as she ripped the headscarf off of her head and wrapped it around her chest as tightly as possible to staunch the bleeding. At this point, Vashti didn’t even know if that would really do anything. Slowly, she picked up her bloodsoaked jacket and wrapped it around her waist to cover the hole created by the Leviathan’s tail. She chuckled at herself. She was bleeding out to death and still somehow managed to worry about that? Well, better than being found ass out in a pool of her own blood.

Slowly, she pulled herself over to the edge of the fountain and made her way up unto the concrete wall surrounding it. The pain was beginning to disappear, replaced instead by a kind of peaceful stillness as she sat at the edge of the basin. Vashti looked up and saw the form of a massive black dog looming in the sky. So, it was real after all. A calm settled over her as she closed her eyes...and moments later the peace was shattered as she let out a low, aching cry as something deep inside her forced her to stand up. Pain coursed through her entire body. Good. Pain meant she was alive. 

She could see the flash of blue and red a few hundred yards away near the collapsed building from which the Leviathan had fled. An ambulance? She felt the shadow of the big dog pass over her as she moved towards the lights and away from “the” light. Vashti proceeded slowly with the broken shuffle of a zombie, taking breaks every now and then when she grew too lightheaded. After what felt like an eternity of suffering the girl stumbled against a black vehicle. FBI? She’d thought that had been a joke, some stupid form of hazing. So they were busted. So what. The suits and the witches were all looking away from Vashti and towards the ferris wheel. The dog was back. Good boy.

"... There's a casualty!"

Vashti’s head spun and she caught herself against the grill of one of the black SUVs as Meifeng whipped around to shout at the group that there had been a casualty. Confused, Vashti stared at Meifeng until her eyes grew wide with horrified recognition. Vashti must’ve been a terrifying sight herself. Her hair was soaked with blood and sticking to the sides of her equally drenched face. The front of her shirt was drenched too from the wound caused by the Outsider’s scythe, while her jacket and pants were soaked in the drying leftovers of the little devils. The only part of her not drenched in viscera were her scaly arms, which had been covered by her jacket.  It had been a bad day to wear a sleeveless blouse.

An FBI agent had his arm around Maya. Were they all getting arrested? The Coven felt like the kind of group that’d all get arrested. Vashti sighed to herself as she slowly raised her hands in surrender, unable to lift them higher than her chest.

[color=darkcyan]“Casualty. Yeah, close enough,”[/color] said Vashti weakly, looking down at herself with a sniffle. Her legs started to give out and she began to slide down the SUV, but she managed to steady herself.[color=darkcyan]“Could we...could we let a doctor make that call?”[/color]