Fr. Berman grabs some wreckage and tosses it into the mechanical beast's wound, causing the being to convulse a moment. Perrin manages to hack off another joint, suffering the spray (-2hp) but causing it to further stumble.
Ru sees red. He dives deep within himself, looking for that rage, the wanton violence, tries to remember how to use that brutality. Here, now, against something that deserves that brutality. He senses it. He rushes forth, ready to strike with just fury...
...but it fails him. Perhaps he could not find the center. Perhaps he could not lose the center. He forgets himself for a moment, and trips on a discarded girder. Before he realizes it, he falls onto the metal railing, slips, but barely manages to prevent himself--or the sword--from falling off the platform onto the ruined stairs below. (rolled a 1... bad timing...)
Darian tries to hold back any piece of Ada with his whip, but it is not as strong as the magic card was, and a spare spinning blade slices through the whip.
Calahan grabs for his alchemist's fire, ready to plunge it into the badly beaten boiler. He scrambles for a handhold, but now free, the contraption's spikes impale him to Ada's back. His blood is seen being drawn up through the spikes, finding its way back into the boiler, which slowly regains its shape with the added blood. More spikes appear poised to pin him in place, as the spinning blade gets closer to his midsection. (-17hp)
Ada, satisfied, clutches her prize and scurries up the wall to the ceiling. Her bulk keeps her within reach of the police, but she crawls into the clock's main mechanisms, drawing a brass chain across Calahan's form. "Come, Daddy," she calls, her mouth attached to the spinning blades dangling under Calahan, "We can still be a happy family together."
Deep within the bowels of the clock, replies a mortified, "No."