All at once, the earth before Meltdown cracked and split. From it sprouted great, thick, thorny vines, coiling into the air and winding around each other. It wasn't a perfect wall to say the least, and it could be jumped over or gotten around. But it would at least slow the supercriminal.

Or so the Blackmoon Witch assumed. Really, anything that bought her a moment would help. A magic circle beneath her feet guiding her gently to the ground, the young-looking girl landed gently in front of the Bramble Wall. A dark haze surrounded her, a basic spell intended to protect her from the passive light the supercriminal could emit. Naturally, it wasn't as if she had time to put on her sunscreen or something like that. Who wanted to come out of this with sunburn? It would be incredibly unpleasant. She trusted rescue operations were occurring inside the building, and those would likely be all for naught if Meltdown wasn't stopped. Adjusting the witch hat slightly as she cocked her head to one side, Charlotte gave a small smile.

"Meltdown, was it?" she said, gently putting the knife she had used to sacrifice a few strands of hair away in one of the numerous pouches lining her costume. It was rather lovely, so much storage while simultaneously looking quite adorable. It was only a logical choice for her outfit. "Now what could possibly be causing this little tantrum? My my, at such a dangerous place as well. Whatever could be going on?"

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The chunk of debris was struck with a sound like thunder. The blast tore it apart, sending smaller and much more harmless pieces scattering across the ground. The important part was making sure everyone inside was okay. Then she could join the fight against Meltdown outside. With so many heroes working together, there's no way they couldn't take him down!

But for now, Blast Girl had to focus. The tanned girl pulled aside a smaller piece of debris as she moved further. The explosion had hit pretty hard here, ruined chunks of building were everywhere. That meant that she had to act quickly to keep anyone else from being hurt. That was, truly, the most important thing she could be doing. That was the point of being a hero or heroine, to save people. Beating up the bad guy was just part of saving people.

In this case, the bad guy could wait as she cleared out debris, trying to find survivors.