Videl lets out a laugh as her dragon knocks Fareeha aside like a doll, watching in delight as the battered hero tries to recover. How sad and fragile this hero is, bolstered by bravado but with little strength to call her own. What would be the most fitting end for such a creature, Videl wonders as Fareeha collects her gear. Burned to ashes? Steamed alive in her armor? Or perhaps torn limb from limb?

'Injustice' nags at the sorceress's mind, but she roughly forces it back. Justice? Hah! Justice is for the weak, for those unable or unwilling to seek out the power to put down injustice in their own lives.

Videl opens her mouth to hurl a scathing retort at Fareeha, but cries out in pain as Vance's foot connects with the back of her knee. "Aaargh!" Her left leg crumples beneath her and she falls forward, dropping the staff as she throws out both hands to catch herself. The staff clatters to the ground and rolls a few inches out of Videl's reach.

However, the spell remains unbroken, the magic flame still linked between the dragon and the head of the staff. The dragon whips its head around when it hears Videl cry out. It swipes at Vance with outstretched talons, mindful of its mistress's position on the floor. Fareeha is momentarily forgotten.