[b]Blast Girl[/b]

Blast Girl hit the ground fairly lightly, landing on her feet. Her gravity was still lessened, after all. As it returned to normal, she found herself glaring up at the hole. Damn it! He got away! She'd nearly got him but he managed to escape! On one hand she kinda had to respect that he acknowledged her spirit and all. It wasn't too often that a bad guy did that kinda thing. Sure Maestro teamed up with her once but getting her to acknowledge anything was pretty tough. On the other hand... that BASTARD! Oh, she was gonna find out everything she could about this legion. There was no way she'd let them get away, that was for sure! "You won't get away twice you bastard!"

... For now, though, there was bad guys who were still here who needed tying up. Also her cut stung, she really needed to work on getting that healed... there was a healer around here, right? Whatever, the bad guys needed the attention first. Striding over the the nearest of them, Blast Girl looked around.

"Anybody got anything I can tie this guy's hands with?"

----

[b]Charlotte[/b]

Even with all the commotion, Charlotte could tell she'd hit her mark. Mostly because fire stopped raining down on them and she thought she saw the glow of Ember's body rapidly fall from the sky. Good, good, the pyrokinetic was out. While the smoke was still rising from the burning Bramble Wall, it was staring to dissipate, so she didn't have nearly as much time as she had before. Still, a chance was a chance. The tiny girl turned to face her 'rescuer'.

"Now that we have a moment, yes, I am quite capable at range. As demonstrated," she began. The throbbing in her palm began to dull as the cut sealed. She'd have to make another in order to use Midnight Ripper again... but she wasn't going to for the moment. "I know these facts may be shocking given you immediately judged me by my appearance, of course. And let's be fair to you, completely disregarding this entire situation... somehow, it's rather easy to mistake me for a little girl. After all, well..."

Charlotte gestured to herself. It was self-explanatory, given she was physically no older then ten. "But looks can be quite deceiving. Especially such stunningly adorable looks."

She smiled in a rather smug fashion.

"Unless you are somehow an exceptionally powerful magic user, I am much, much older then you. As in I'm a two-hundred-year-old witch," for a moment, Charlotte paused, allowing the fact that she was two-hundred years old to sink in. "Now putting your brief moment of somewhat cute foolishness aside... let me see your shoulder. A girl shouldn't have to deal with a nasty burn like that by herself and we're running out of smoke."