[@The Irish Tree] Charlotte's enthusiasm quickly drained away, as the smile curled at her lips literally flipped over into a displeased frown. [color=9e0b0f][b]"...Wow, heroes like you are proof that God really does hate the world."[/b][/color] she would say, more than willing to insult such a lackluster hero. What kind of crazy asshole could take a life so easily and so quickly, before even doing the proper tutorials!? Regardless, she would proceed to lift her arm up, before a massive fireball filled the entirety of the canopy above them, immediately incinerating the leaves above them and igniting the branches, the heat so intense that rather than starting a fire, it was more as if the treeline itself just withered, the wood turning to ash instantly. [color=9e0b0f][b]"If it'll get you up to snuff, then sure! One Fireball coming right up!~"[/b][/color] she would say as the heat colesced into her palm, compounding more and more until it was a tiny orb of light which she flicked from her index finger. [color=9e0b0f][b][Fireball.][/b][/color] she would say... And, for the next several hours, the wildfire would rage on. The livelihoods of dozens, if not hundreds of people in that sizeable hamlet went up in flames that day, as the Scarlet Terror's horns emerged from the fire. With hands drenched in blood, and flames spouting from behind her, the Demoness' visage was a sight to behold as she held up the charred body of Tristan, the hero that Humanity needed, but most definitely deserved a better hero in place of. Running terrified, the people fled, while Charlotte looked confused. [color=9e0b0f][b]"...Hey wait, we need a healer or something!"[/b][/color] she would say, running after the fleeing mob, swinging around Tristan's burnt, but still mostly okay body. Thus would the tale of villainy spread, of the rogue demon that had sought to assassinate the hero and the entire village of [Home Town] in a bid to plunge the world into darkness. ...But hey, Tristan was now level 2! And that's what REALLY matters. Left running after villagers with a nearly bottomless well of stamina, Charlotte's flaming escape would no doubt catch C-3's and Valkira's attention. Namely that she was getting away, not only without them, but WITH the hero. [@Enkryption][@Suku] As the cat man would continue to assuage the rather terrifyingly angry Midboss, he would smell smoke nearby, before the sweltering pillar of heat would be visible, just before drool made of explosives would impact against his back, before he would leap between Valkira and the drool, taking the brunt of it as it detonated. Falling to the floor with a thud, the cat was definitely crispy after that, shuddering on the ground and his fur visibly burnt from the force, his fine, sterling plate shattered to pieces and covered in soot. But, who cared about him, he didn't even have a name yet. C-3 would most certainly see her "bad influence" currently fleeing town, or rather, chasing those fleeing FROM town. And had the hero carried romantically in her arms, like he was a pretty, boring, charred princess of a man. Valkira may not care especially about the fire, but the fact that her quarry had been snatched away well might.