The commotion drew Sara's attention to Mal pinning Red up against the wall. He looked upset. They didn't have time for this. Sara was able to slice at the back of a guard who was levelling a weapon at Mal, but another one had taken his place before Sara could engage. She could only watch on as a thrust got him through the shoulder. He was a goner, or so she thought. A similar energy flowed through Mal's bracelet to what Red had exhibited, and suddenly the guard that attacked him burst into flames. Not only that, the guard was utterly cooked in seconds and almost instantly died. Sara didn't know what the hell was going on, but that seemed to be the case for the entire day.

At first, Sara was scared to even approach, but the guards present meant that she couldn't hesitate. Red would have to use his magical healing fairy dust or whatever the hell it was on Mal while they moved. Without a heed to the sudden internal conflict that seemed to keep him frozen in a stupor, Sara grabbed Mal by the collar of his jacket and pulled him along with the group, away from the charred corpse of his assailant. "Come on, Mal! Keep moving!" Sara glanced back to Red and pointed at Mal's dropped weapon with her sword, "Grab that and let's go, farmboy!"