"Keep it up, Ashy Elbows. Maybe I'll hack up a hair ball." Felicia kept the pain out of her voice but she wanted to curl up and vanish. Sadly, luck powers didn't cover teleporting like that. She sank more bad luck back into Tombstone's direction, willing something to collapse under his weight or choke on some debris. Throw a blood clot, you ass. She knew roughly where the rebar was popping through and worked on moving faster. Get the job done, panic later.