[b]Burnout[/b]

There was some commotion outside, but it had to just be the guards taking care of some cops. Burnout was so confident he didn't even notice that there was still someone else here. Or that the girl had grabbed the fire extinguisher. In fact, he only realized something was happening when he glanced to the side and suddenly saw a torrent of foam heading his way. There was no time to dodge at all as it covered him, causing him to stumble back and flail his arms. One hand hit a wall, and an unconscious explosion when off and blew a hole clear through it.

"Gaaah, what the hell?!" he snarled, waving his arms frantically, trying to shake the foam off. He raised his eyes after a moment to gaze at just who had the audacity to do this. And his eyes fell on her. The girl. "You... you bitch!"

He lunged forward, trying to grab at her.

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[b]Charlotte Dyer[/b]

The men backed away, terrified. This definitely wasn't what they were expecting from a pair of young girls. Charlotte grinned, and lazily gestured into the air. She'd got this one pre-prepared, just in case she did run into trouble... that last trigger was what called them into existence. The black forms started hazy, but soon there was a set of six crows drifting into the air. Corvid Murder was really quite useful. Scouts and explosives, all in one. The men turned to run, and the crows were immediately sent in pursuit. They swooped low, aiming for the thugs' feet, and the second they touched the ground they erupted into a blast of purple flame. Or, at least, it appeared as fire. In reality it was an explosion of dark magic. The men were catapulted forward and sent tumbling over and over, quite unconscious.

How pathetically easy.

Charlotte dusted her hands off, and then swiftly turned to face her fellow superheroine, immediately recognizing what she was about to do. "It's nice to see you again, Anne... really though, do you think you should drink from that? You don't know where it's been."

She gave another grin to the terrified, pained thug. However, Charlotte was also watching for another reason. She didn't want Anne to get carried away and actually kill the man. They weren't worth it, it was easy to handle these morons without actually killing them. Charlotte saved that for more dangerous enemies.

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[b]???[/b]

There was a faintly blue blur in front of the rampaging, demon-possessed girl. A hiss of cleaved metal, as the lamppost she had claimed for a weapon split neatly in half, one end collapsing onto the ground. Two armored feet hit the asphalt and skidded across it with a grinding sound, sparks flying into the air as the figure then were on spun where she stood, lifting the skirt of her armored dress slightly. Two green eyes fixed themselves on the girl, and blonde hair caught the wind gently, one errant strand bobbing. Both of her hands gripped the hilt of her glowing blade tightly as she stared her enemy down.

Just as the demon had driven her to ask for, a superhero had arrived to confront Lizzie. One of the IFJ's powerhouses, and a notable hero across the world, but most known in Britain, King stood gripping the hilt of Excalibur. The air swirled around the small blonde knight, as she planted one armored foot forward and took a combat-ready stance. The girl was ready, but she would not simply attack without ensuring there was no chance of surrender.

"Stand down," she declared, her voice unwavering. Excalibur faded from solid to translucent, signifying that she was preparing for nonlethal combat, "I am Arthur, King of the Britons, and if you do not cease your attack at once I will have no choice but to engage you."