When she was hit by no more than normal human force, Sarah laughed, the sound carrying over the blackened landscape with an edge to it that might have unsettled a lesser being than a Hell God.
"Is that the best you can do?" she taunted, pushing Glory back with just her own strength. "Because here? I can, and will, put you through things you've only imagined. You might be feared and revered in more than one dimension, but yours isn't the only name that's known across realities."
And then the ground between Glory's feet cracked wide open and Sarah vanished before her, only to reappear several feet away from the chasm that was growing fast.
"Careful," she called, the tone almost lazy, laced with confidence, "wouldn't want to snap the heels off your bargain bin knock-off Pradas."
Except she wasn't wearing Prada or Prada knock offs at all – she was wearing nurses scrubs and sensible shoes. It was a detail Sarah hadn't noticed at first, but she noticed now. Had Glory been pretending to be Ben to get inside, somehow fallen under Peter's radar? Furious now, not just for Toby, but a distant dismay at what might have happened to Ben, Sarah flung out her arm, the crystal flashing in the red-hued light before changing entirely to flame, aimed straight at Glory.