[@Stern Algorithm]

The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. 

Screw ranged combat. 

She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out  a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.