Ben hangs on tight, letting out a gasp in surprise. As he is clinging on, the only thing he can think of is:<span style="font-style: italic"> Damnit, I lost.</span><br/><br/>Penelope nods, attempting the spell again. Due to the fact that she has barely any energy left, the most the spell does is slow the wound's effects to about 0.000001% of their original pain. She whimpers as she collapses to the ground, doing her best to stay conscious.