She could hear it, faintly, the screaming and shrieking of a voice that decidedly wasn't Jolt's. Unfortunately, given that she was currently buried under a layer of broken boards and rubble, Naomi couldn't see exactly what was going on.

Zigzag had been knocked a good distance away, but had stubbornly persisted in lurching back towards her to crush her for good. In relation, the girl had sent the tubes after him again, this time not only flinging out a wave of energy to slam him down, but twisting the tubes into more confining bands to keep him pinned there. And there he stayed, screeching and cursing and squirming, but ultimately stuck.

It wasn't killing him, but he had been taken care of, Naomi told herself, still flat on her back and struggling to take shallow breaths without her ribs twinging in protest.