As the amulet skittered away, the skin and flesh attached to it disintegrated into dust as the magical energy pervading it evapourated, no longer renewed by Ptricia's magical core. The amulet quickly followed it, as it was supposed to. Ptricia tried to get up and follow him, ignoring the blood slick trail that was running down her leg, but stumbled, collapsing. She landed on her pack, which expanded to match her new scale, but she was clearly incpable of carrying herself, let alone anything else.<br/><br/>The wound wasn't healing properly, because of the extant drain on her magical reserves by the amulet, and the fact that the overload of energy passing through it had 'damaged' the flesh, making it resistant to further magical energies.<br/><br/>The humanoid sphinx, though still protected by her mask, called out after Chris. "Wait... Need help! You... need... way out!"<br/><br/>OOC: I would assume the bloodlust effect is overpowering the gas in the corridor.