Dana

Dana's fingers and nails were completely sunken into the mask as she tried to pry it off with all her strength. She could feel her face sticking to the rubber of the mask in strands as she pulled it off, each one snapping as she pulled it farther and farther away.

The mask released incredible energy as it shrivelled into its wooden form, blowing back Dana's hair and stealing the last of its major transformative properties back – Dana's figure was mere seconds away from changing back to its normal, ordinary form.