The energy coming at her burns her eyes, her face, her hands, and new burns radiate up her arms. She almost loses consciousness a few times, but holds on. By the end, she's on her knees, fighting unconsciousness and pain. The energy struggles to get free, the hammer can contain it, but not for long.
She converts it as best she can, and fires a blast of mystical energy into the skies, briefly lighting the evening like it were high noon, the blast upward that used to be named Holocaust visible for miles around.
With that last effort, Sarah tumbles forward, mercifully unconscious.
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