Not Lucien laughs hysterically as his power tears her anchor apart.

Wow she hates that. "Fuck you!" she shrieks, mostly as cover for the pain reaction, because ow, it turns out that hurts! She will be - not the motorcycle again, he probably can't target it from here but he could certainly guess, she'll be a patch of asphalt on the intersection above. Stuuuupid stupid stupid just because masters don't work on you doesn't mean they don't work on Lucien! She's going to go for a clamber through the rubble once she's stuck to a new anchor, see if there's a spot to wiggle through -

He tries for a witty retort but it's hard to say anything while he's this giggly. Still, he can grab her ankle and drag her away from the exit.

She's not a Brute even with the implants but neither is he and she is going to kick him in the face.

"Ow! Stop that." he says, dragging her farther, over the rough maintenance path.

The teenage girl's face looks down at her.

"You smell... interesting."

What the hell kind of thing is that to say to somebody.

(She absolutely does not stop kicking. Her foot won't hurt even if she does it really hard.)

The lion head opens it's mouth, it's esophagus far wider and shorter than it has any right to be - she can see directly into the belly of the fleshy mass, where what might be people are curled up and covered in slime.

Not Lucien attempts to push her towards the mouth, his feet slipping on the damp ground as he does so.

"Look, I'm probably just going to pop up again in a month and be really pissed off, I am the worst possible snack!"

Not Lucien giggles.

"Let's find out." he says, giving her one final shove towards the lion's head.

The beast darts forward, moving faster than anything has a right to move through the murky sewage water, swallowing her.