Something burns into her side. She feels first the impacts against the shield, then feels herself almost bring crushed under its protection, and the occasional blow getting through. Certainly her jaw dislocates, and a rib cracks under the strain. She feels more blows raining down, and her whole world turns to one focus.
Her hand stretches. Fingertips brush the hammer, but can't quite grab it. She focuses, willing it to come to her hand.
Almost... almost...
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