Christine sensed his rage and determination, and also the enormous amounts of power he’d drawn into himself, so much power that it was consuming him from the inside. She didn’t think he could survive that energy infusion for long, but nothing about the situation looked very survivable for anybody concerned. She had to do something. She still couldn’t move her right arm or leg, couldn’t see out of her right eye, couldn’t even feel much on that entire half of her body. Dreading what she would see, she turned her gaze from the spectacle of Mark beating on the Iron Tsar while other Ukrainian Neos beat on him, and forced herself to turn her head so she could look at herself. Her right arm… it wasn’t gone, but it was shrunken and black; she could see places where her flesh had been stripped off, down to the bone. She’d used her right hand to channel her shield when the Iron Tsar blasted her, and had sort of turned her right side towards him, too; this was the result.
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