[She was already struggling, writhing in determined silence to squirm out from under the creature's bulk and shoving upwards as hard as she could with both arms.]
[By herself... this would have been very difficult.]
[But Blake's levering is just the boost needed.]
[With the practiced speed of someone who's used to getting out of tight spots, Heather wriggles out and scrambles upright. HOWEVER, instead of heeding Blake's advice, she goes back to attacking the thing-- driving the poker like a railroad spike into the place where the beast's skull meets the back of its neck.]
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[By herself... this would have been very difficult.]
[But Blake's levering is just the boost needed.]
[With the practiced speed of someone who's used to getting out of tight spots, Heather wriggles out and scrambles upright. HOWEVER, instead of heeding Blake's advice, she goes back to attacking the thing-- driving the poker like a railroad spike into the place where the beast's skull meets the back of its neck.]