Sarah scrambled to her feet, ignoring the protest in every part of her body. "Shoot him Goddess damn you!" She moved over to help the girl hold him down, shoving as much weight as her one hundred and five pound body had down on him, and using the supernatural strength in her legs, and the one arm she could still use properly, to hold him down.
She couldn't hold him forever, she wasn't a vampire. She wasn't Kristopher, Nikolas, or Jager. She couldn't do this forever. She jerked backwards and moved over to Katara, resting her hand against hers. "This..I can do.." She murmered and fueled strength into Katara, forcing some of her own magical strength into Katara's body to help her. She'd probably lose her conciousness shortly after doing this, but if it helped, so be it.
Blood loss, combined with now her magic loss, Sarah slumped down next to Katara and leaned back against the nearest object. She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the wall, she presumed it was, and cradled her broken arm against her chest. It'd heal human slow now, now that she'd tapped out her magic to fuel the girl's, but it was better than nothing, she supposed.
She just rested against the wall now, thankful that what she could do had been done. At least she'd fueled the girl's strength, so maybe she could hold out against the werewolf.