In Azriel's stronghold, Amy, in her quabrid form, stood tall before Mr. Hawthorne. He rose to his feet, snapping his broken, twisted neck back into place, and his spine healed instantly.
"Wow! What a relief. If I were human, I'd already be dead from that stunt you pulled back there," said Mr. Hawthorne, staring into Amy's eyes with a sinister intent and a deadly gaze. "Honestly, facing a kid isn't my style, but you're no ordinary child. You're a supernatural child, and now that you've skipped to the best part, I guess I'll just go all... Ooout!!!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Amy pushed him over, and they battled fiercely and intensely. "You talk too much, mister," said Amy.
They fought while falling, with Mr. Hawthorne gradually transforming into a fierce vampiric horrific creature with grey and pale skin, sharp fangs, and claws. They landed on a bridge-like steel lining, another storage facility section filled with gasoline, dangerous chemicals, and explosives.