There's an explosion of plastics, circuitry, and... softer things, as Sarah's attack carries clear through the Sentinel. It stutters in mid-air, as if itself or its pilot were unable to process what had just happened.
And then the leader of the One Race Movement and his armor fall into the bay by the city.
The lingering remnants of his loyalists either go into a frenzy or just retreat for the portal, which closes in short order, the already ragged energy fizzling out. A good portion of Dormammu's forces cannot help but follow the retreating humans, drawn to their panic like wolves after a wounded doe. The battle is now clearly being waged by multiple factions against one. Humans, fey, mutants, vampires, and weres all turn their attentions to the demons.
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