The wave of paralyzing pain as magic once again turns her own body against itself is blessedly brief this time, and after a moment to recover, Avery realizes she is standing alone. And not just alone, but alone and completely ignored, as everyone else still standing seems to be focused on some other threat.

She looks back and forth, trying to figure out where she could do the most good, and then-- Oh, fuck it!

Avery charges over and drops herself roughly on top of poor, old Steve-O over here before he can recover and stand back up, shoving his face into the dirt and pressing her knife against his throat.

"Tell them to stand down!"