Whatever that was that possessed her, it leaves after the flurry. Sarah topples over onto her knees, having troulbe lifting hammer or shield, which suddenly feel like they weigh a figurative ton while she tries to catch her breath, and all the injuries catch up to her.
"Yeah, its alright." she mumbles, looking at the Hulk.
"We're... doing fine." she adds after a glance at Rose winning her fight.
"Yeah..." she takes a deep breath.
And there's a roll of thunder.
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