The Downward Spiral

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This place is horrible. Even without the insanity taking place with the others, Sarah has passed dozens of horrorshows. Monsters made from people she knew, or heard stories of. Mockeries of everything she was brought up to revere.
The further she goes, the more grateful she is that she ended the life of the Panther. And the fact she can be grateful for killing something sentient, even if it was a twisted monster, sickens her to her core, getting worse the further she goes. With every foot she flies into this place, the more sure she is its going to consume her utterly.

And the more determined she is that it will end.

And then maybe someday she'll stop hearing the screams, the pleas for death or life or freedom and the insane ramblings. Maybe someday she'll stop hearing babies crying somewhere in the distance within this terrible place. And maybe she'll stop hearing the sound of bones breaking, and a living form going still under her fists.

For now, it has to end. That thought drives her through the torment, and through walls, through doors, through every soulless thing that gets in her way. Emplate should be glad he can teleport... Sarah is. One more life she doesn't have to be the one to take. The Storm Queen... that may be something else, because in as straight a line as the teenage juggernaut can manage, the throne room is her destination.

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Sarah hits the wind, at first trying to just keep coming, mitigating some of the force of it with her compatitively miniscule control of the weather - she's a well trained fighter, but has a long, long way to go with mastering Mjolnir.
The driving hail doesn't hurt, but it blocks her vision, and the wind gives Storm an advantage in the air. Really, Sarah could keep at this for quite some time... but so could Storm, especially since being a vampire queen is bound to have given her great toughness and strength to go with her native powers.

Pulling up, Sarah flings the hammer, maybe not perfectly on target, thanks to the hail, but maybe she'll clip her?

"Bring it on! Wind, thunder, lightning... I can take it. No matter what you throw at me, this is your last night on Earth!"

She never dreamed she'd be saying that to Storm.

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Perhaps it's luck or maybe its the enchantment, but the mystical weapon finds a mark as it collides in a true strike to her side and the sickening crunch of ribs breaking. She staggers in mid-air, barely cushioning her fall as she hits the floor on her knees. The tempest of wind, pressure, hail -it all stops as she sits there, blue eyes dawning with disbelief and pain from the reversed position now giving Sarah and Robert the advantage.

She coughs and it's black blood running down her chin, bringing up two fingers to examine it slowly, as if curious. It smears down her chest as they fall away and she thinks about a stories her teacher told her long ago. About a chosen people and brutal siege. Inquisition. Masada. What happens to heretics?

Her eyes glare balefully once more and she whispers through the gurgle of blood.

"Burn."

Lightning -the strongest nature endows her- strikes through the ceiling of the throne room in a flare of blinding light. It channels directly through Storm as debris teeters and rubble collapses, worsened by the violent sonic boom chasing the black thunderous skies.

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There... a moment before the lightning, Sarah feels, through her bond with the hammer, as it flies to her hand, where it will hit.

She closes her eyes tight, bracing for impact, shielding her teammates from the blast, and praying she stays conscious through this.

It burns... even with the shield upraised, it burns. The shield is still metal, adamantium conducts, and tousands of volts fly through her, crisping skin, firing nerves. And still, even as she falls, she perseveres. Somehow, she finds Alison in the chaos, and a mere quarter second after the lightning strike, the thunder shakes the hall - thanks to the power of Mjolnir, and Sarah's last bit of will into it, the thunder centers /directly on Dazzler/.

If that doesn't boost her to the heavens, nothing will.

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The thundering boom is heard--then suddenly dies halfway. She takes all of it. Every decibel is drawn inwards, leaving an odd silence that shouldn't happen.

The light ekes out of her from the strength of the sounds. She controls it, turning toward Roberto. He may not be ready but they may not get another opportunity. As though she is a magnifying glass, the light erupts from the entire front of her body, feeding Roberto all the energy he needs for the ultimate light show.