Tiffaney didn't think her actions through. At the moment she knew that insanity was her best choice if she wanted to live. Wrapping her hand up and shoving it in another guy's face was not a good idea with high grade explosives involved. It felt like her only choice, so she did and hoped she lived.
It hurt worse than having her leg physically ripped off by a force similar to gravity. Magic had limited the wound, staining it in a strange, blackened neon. Physics was less kind, tattered bits of flesh and sinew dripped off her arm. Bone fragments were still trapped in the remains of her hand as she fell back from the detonation.
