Annie is struck by a rippling sheet of lightning as wide as she is, the energy stolen from the Hellmouth by Moloch. The force sends her flying through the air as her Glove glows like a star. It is too fast for her to scream as she collides with the ground and slides. Smoke rising from her jacket.
A moment takes you out of the circle and then you lurch over her. "Annie?"
She doesn't move and the glove begins to cool. Her Soul is within her still, confused by the strike of lightning.
Then she coughs and flips over on her side, opening one eye to stare at you. "
Ow." Her voice is rough, like she just got done with a handful of cigarettes and smoke leaks out her nose.
You offer a forearm and she grips it with her flesh hand and slowly pulls herself upright with your assistance.