<strong>Grayson Park<br/></strong><br/>The powerful blow ripped through the monster. Her heart skipped a beat as he fired another shot in retaliation, but her breath returned to her as she heard the bullet whiz by, still too close for comfort.  Nadia remained as stoic as she could and shook her head as she considered his words. She decided that he was either in denial about what he'd done, or no longer had the power to care. "He's not the only one who's ever lost a father. From what I can see, his father's been dead for some time now. I think you should stay that way." Nadia was done talking.<br/><br/>She braced herself to attack again, but the ratchet was disintegrating right in her hands. She dropped it in surprise and took a half-step back. Her mind raced as she watched the smoldering embers turn the ratchet to dust. She felt like she was beginning to understand just what it was that she was able to do, and it was clear that the power involved was a lot, and often too much, to handle for any weapon she focused it through. Nadia looked around and took stock of her surroundings. Perhaps something big would work better -- It did seem to take a bit of time for the destruction of the object to take place.<br/><br/>The glow of the moon cast a shadow off a large fallen branch nearby. She dashed towards it and hefted it over her good shoulder. It had a bit of weight to it, but was easy enough to grip from the narrower end. It was about a foot shorter than she was tall, and felt nicely balanced. She was confident that she could do some damage with her impromptu club. She turned and approached her foe once more, praying that if he squeezed off another shot, his aim would suffer again.