She knew it was her doing. It wouldn't be too much longer before the heat would become a problem of its own. Making the blade as concentrated, as solid as she could, she put all her strength into one swing, finally breaking the blade, which might have sent Marcelo flying, but for a quick, steady grip from her.

"The rest of it might have to stay in." She wondered, if it was best to move, or to stay where they were and hope that rescuers came.

"Do you think you can move?" She asked him, lips trembling.