[ Sharon throws herself into the fight wherever she can, meeting the Abomination head-on the moment it rises. The horror of it lasts only minutes before she forces the fear down, twisting it into fuel. She's faced monsters before. She's even made them. But this one feels different. Insurmountable. Every blow, every flame, every shred of magic only slows it for a moment. Limbs hacked away grow back, and still it rises again. There's no escaping it, no way back to the water. Just the trap of this nightmare, stretching on without end.
By the time Sharon catches sight of Jinx, she feels like she's been locked in this fight for an eternity. Her body is a map of cuts, burns, and bruises, but she refuses to stop. A frantic, reckless determination drives her forward, burning hotter than her wounds.
She doesn't call out, doesn't risk drawing attention to Jinx. Instead, when the Abomination raises one massive leg to crush the blue-haired girl, Sharon digs her finger into the gash in her palm. Blood wells hot and fast, dripping between her knuckles, giving her just enough power to seize a slab of the banquet table and hurl it into the monster's leg, knocking it away before it can strike her. ]
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By the time Sharon catches sight of Jinx, she feels like she's been locked in this fight for an eternity. Her body is a map of cuts, burns, and bruises, but she refuses to stop. A frantic, reckless determination drives her forward, burning hotter than her wounds.
She doesn't call out, doesn't risk drawing attention to Jinx. Instead, when the Abomination raises one massive leg to crush the blue-haired girl, Sharon digs her finger into the gash in her palm. Blood wells hot and fast, dripping between her knuckles, giving her just enough power to seize a slab of the banquet table and hurl it into the monster's leg, knocking it away before it can strike her. ]