[Sam doesn't have a chance to see this attack coming, and it blows her back into the wall, knocking her dizzy and breathless as she falls to the ground. There is now a distinctly Sam-shaped indentation to the wall, full of cracked plaster and splintered drywall and flaking paint. She loses her grip on the bat; it goes skittering off to the side, out of reach.]
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