It looked like Harrow was just about as strong as it was fast. A really unfair combination, Videl bemoaned to herself. As she searched the altar for something flammable (hey, fire was always distracting), she started to realize what Jason had already figured out: Harrow wasn't using its host's innate magnetic-kinetic abilities (or whatever it was called).

She spied a squat, knobby looking candlestick and grabbed it, yanking the candle out and tossing it aside. It was a little larger and significantly heavier than a baseball, but not so unruly that Videl couldn't manage a good pitch.

"You can go hand in hand when the holocaust ends, too!" She wound up, then served the pitch right at Harrow's (borrowed) head.