Charon let him get on with it, she waited for the spells that were always put on the ring and ringside before matches start to take effect. It was the one and only reason she never used her own nailgun, it meant draining her own power, leaving her weak and vunerable to attack. Then again, not one to be left unarmed, she often wrestled matches with various weapons secreted about her person.

It took a good five minutes before Dylan seemed to realise his power was being drained and diverted by the spells but not quite enough because he hit Charon with enough force to almost take out the side of the cage. She slid down the mesh winded but not nearly as badly hurt as she should have been. That was when the lights went out.

Charon swore, she heard Dylan cuss too, he obviously thought it was her doing and for a few moments she'd thought it was his doing until the vortex began to open in the centre of the ring. She was also slow to react when she felt the mesh behind her pull out backwards, seconds later a familiar voice breathed in her ear as Kizmat wrapped his fingers tightly around her throat. She struggled for breath but was forced to watch as a ragged looking man appeared with some pre-Eva's and Crimson in tow.

Charon made an indescribable noise and clawed at Kizmats fingers, she eventually managed to elbow him in the face but then she was distracted by Dylans reaction to seeing the ragged looking man....