[center]•┈••✦✩𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓮✩✦••┈•[/center]

Her right shoulder screamed the moment she tried to move. A hot, tearing pain — dislocated, maybe fractured — it didn’t matter. It wasn’t what hit her first.

It was Roscoe’s yelp.

Then Yumi’s choked cry,Androph being tossed aside. 
The sickening sound of Aramis being crushed. 
all of it layered over the thunder of the Mammoth’s charge until the sound shook in her bones.

For a heartbeat Evie swayed on her knees, breath stuttering, world tilting. Panic clawed up through her ribs like fingers closing around her lungs — too many people down, too fast, too hard.

This is how you lose everyone, whispered a voice she hated.

She gritted her teeth and pushed up, left hand bracing the floor, right arm hanging numb and useless at her side. She rose into a half-crouch just in time to see the Mammoth’s massive trunk swing toward her — wind dragging at her hair and clothes with the force of a vacuum.

There was a frozen millisecond where she truly thought she wasn’t getting out of this one.

Then she saw Yumi.

The woman—leg twisted, pain etched into every line of her posture—still vaulted forward, scythe flashing, meeting the monster head-on with a ferocity that made Evie’s breath catch.

Their eyes met mid-air.

Evie’s chin dipped in a sharp, fierce nod in response, moving immediately.

She twisted her body, ducking under the sweeping trunk in a painful, messy roll that tore a raw groan from her throat. Her sneakers skidded on the wet glass as she forced herself forward, sprinting through the fog with her bat dragging behind her like a lifeline.

Her doe-brown eyes locked on Aramis.

He looked wrecked.
It hit her like a punch.
And beyond him—Roscoe, still unmoving against the wall.

Her heart cracked open, but she didn’t let her voice shake.

[color=#697DFF]“Locke! Androph!”[/color] she shouted, breath tearing at her ribs. [color=#697DFF]“Forget the beast—find the mage! Knock him out, put him to sleep, drop him—whatever you gotta do! The Mammoth’s tied to him!”[/color]

She didn’t look back.
Couldn’t.

She just ran—
shoulder screaming,
fear clawing at her insides—
because the only thing that mattered was getting to her teammate before the next stomp landed.

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[b]Actions:[/b] 
1. Dodge/Dip away from the trunk
2. Run towards Aramis