... She'd had to be saved.

She had to be pulled away.

The mere fact infuriated her. She'd reached that bitch, only to be dragged away in order to prevent her from being burned.

So the fire caused decay, did it?

So the fire would corrode those in touched from the inside, would it?

Elizstrazia's core was burning already. The fury was practically filling her hollow form, threatening to spill out as she clenched her clawed hands, threatening to dig her razor nails into her own palms.

How dare she speak to her in that way.

How dare she call her a pipsqueak. A runt. Insult her that way. She'd had to deal with far too much. She'd had to contend with far too much to put up with being belittled by a coward hiding in the form of a human and using her as a hostage. A coward he cloaked themselves in fire to avoid being touched.

And yet...

When the small scale demon raised her head, her eyes blazed.

Her razor teeth showed as her lips parted in a vicious grin, and she laughed.

Because no matter how angry she was, it was hilarious. The fact that her opponent fought this way meant it was the height of comedy.

"So that's how it is?!" she cried, taking a step forward even as the fireballs approached, "You spread your corrosive ability through this fire? I see. I get it just fine. You're right, I guess it would have been a bad idea to fight you up close!"

She raised one clawed hand, the wild look in her eyes only growing in its intensity, an inferno-like blaze to match her opponent's flames.

"Your luck ran out the moment you met me!"

Her spread fingers clenched into a fist.

"[i]Time Crush![/i]"

Normally, Time Crush required direct contact with her target. This was no exception, in fact, she couldn't simply destroy anything at will by bringing it into contact with its own past and future no matter where it was located in relation to herself.

But fire, even these demonic flames, was something formed in the air itself. A reaction, even if one motivated by her opponent's demonic capabilities.

It was the rapid destruction of particles in the air. The air itself.

The very air that Elizstrazia was already in contact with from the very beginning.

The resounding bang sounded similar to a gunshot. It was soon followed by a multitude of others, as each fireball collapsed in on itself and burst. She dragged them together, the milliseconds that were their past and future, and the resulting paradox destroyed them.

"Fire is just a reaction, it's gases and heat and light, even when it's created by magic or some other power," commented Elizstrazia idly, her tail waving from side to side, "Normally I have to touch something directly do do this, but I'm always in contact with the air around me. That means it's trivial for me to do [i]this![/i]"

Another clench of her fist heralded another chorus of gunshot bursts. The fireballs were destroyed once again.

"Nothing's changed, you bitch. I still have a front row seat to your failure!"

[@Rune_Alchemist][@Pyromania99]