Hart watched with utter horror as Leather Hide took hold of the back of Hellhound's head and began to slam it into the pavement. The man was most definitely incapacitated now. She gagged slightly as she saw the few drops of Hellhound's blood on her clothing. However, more pressing matters were at hand. Nic was down for the count, the others were exhausted or injured slightly. The ones that were fine did nothing or talked to the press as stray fires around them still burned. She shook her head, muttering to herself about useless powers. She looked down. Next to her was a small pool of water. She had an idea but it was a strange one. "Nobody look at me!" She yelled as she stooped down and placed her palm on the surface of the water. She closed her eyes, concentrating as she felt the essence of the water fill her body and meld into her skin. Her skin, bones, muscles, and tissue turned slowly to water. She was now a living, breathing, body of water. She looked down as her clothes slowly slipped down the surface of what used to be skin and onto the ground. She headed toward the nearest burning fire and stepped directly into it, spreading her body out across the flames. They sizzled out and she headed onto the next fire. She'd finish putting out the fires and then she'd see what she could do to help Nic.