The girl dodges the fire but is knocked back from the blow, her face now smashed and ugly, and with that space between then, there's a stamp of Aang's foot against the ground and rocks swells up between Roxie and Christabella like its bursting through dead skin, curling around the latter girl in a wave. (Though he doesn't seem to be compressing it enough to crush her with it).

"Time to run again!" For a given measure of running. Metal pipe and impromptu staff in one hand, he grabs at Roxie's arm with the other.

"Come on! We can't kill it, only slow it down. It can't die because it's not alive--it's just taking faces from my memories."