Oh they wouldn’t be attacking again anytime soon. The three fireballs that came down startled the three. The two cowardly men were already turning tail to run, the fires oddly spiking up tall and reaching for them in their own ways. The guy with the sword held his own a moment, metal sliding and then he got thrown back a good distance. he stumbled and looked like he was about to advance again...

Only the fires around him grew up, nine feet tall and started to reach for him, like reddish orange hands grabbing at him. He let out a yell, sword slashing, and backing up, tumbling over a wall of fire behind him, and running off, pants burning.

Liz? She wasn’t putting the fire out just yet, dark eyed and annoyed, wanting to actually chase the guy off into the ocean if she could. If she allowed herself to go any farther with this fire, she’d lose it. Hurt someone. Explode maybe...

The person in the impossible suit and huge needle standing near by. If he was a problem too, she’d handle it as well, but... so far he...she.... it was... helpful.

Orange eyes darted over, staring at the hooded figure with the sword like needle. “...Thanks.”