Open to General Fighting of Minions etc
It was becoming a fact of life that none of this would ever end. There would always be some bad guy to fight, some bad thing happening that needed to be fixed, but Claire was learning to resent that less than she had recently. She'd been there when Lilith was taken out and it had left her with a sense of doing something good. This with Glory would have as well if it hadn't been so personal. Toby had been awful, but her father being attacked as well had shaken her to the core. It wasn't supposed to happen like that, but then, he wasn't supposed to die and had in their future.
But Dean had been there for her for the worst of it (and was still there, nearly back to back with her right now) and now everyone was restored, as she could see, through the gaps in the fight, that Noah Bennet was showing the minion horde just why exactly no one ever messed with him and walked away from it. All of them, everyone fighting, would finally rid LA of Glory.
"Ugh, minion guts," she groused, wiping her hand hurriedly on her jeans to keep it from becoming slippery, then tossed and answer over her shoulder to Dean. "I'm fine, you?"
The minions were one thing – weak and easily taken down by anything from crossbow bolts to bullets to knives to, it looked like, the more creative tools of her extraordinary-powered family members, like lightening bolts and balls of magical fire – but the demons were another. Tougher, more specific in the ways to take them down and nearly all of them three times her size easily.
"Big guy on your left!" Claire turned to her own left to deal with two minions, firing a bolt into the head of one and then shooting the other a few seconds later with the handgun that had been at her side, as the crossbow needed a specific gap of time to reload.