All is quiet, settling for a few moments. Then the pile shifts. Badly battered and torn up, Sarah crashes free from the pile, lifting into the air. She whirls the hammer, looking as if she's about to throw it again, then doesn't, building up a directed hurricane force blast instead. The stones and rock chips rise, swirling about Holocaust, battering him with a barrage of stone driven before 200 mph winds.
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