The ground beneath him jerks, a twisting gear in motion, but remains solid as long as he can keep his balance.

Ava perches there above him on a narrow rod of metal that twists beneath her feet as she walks, though it doesn't seem to affect her.

"Just die already, you're not fun anymore!" She calls down to him, though the words are wet and slurred with the damage to her face so slow to mend. Another rod of metal shoots down at him, attempting to skewer him through.